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THE  GUIDING  STAR. 
Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led, 

With  mild  benignant  ray, 

The  Gentiles  to  the  lowly  shed 

Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 


CHILD'S 


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AMERICAN  TRACT  SOCIETY. 


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THE 


CHILD'S    HYMN    BOOK 


X«      Children's  Hosannas. 

What  are  those  soul-reviving  strains 
Which  echo  thus  from  Salem's  plains? 
What  anthems  loud  and  louder  still 
So  sweetly  sound  from  Zion's  hill  ? 

Lo  !  'tis  a  youthful  chorus  sings 
Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings : 
The  Savior  comes !  to  him  be  given 
All  praise  on  earth,  and  praise  in  heaven. 


%m      Children  assembling  to  praise. 

We  come,  we  come,  with  loud  acclaim, 
To  sing  the  praise  of  Jesus'  name, 
And  make  the  vaulted  temple  ring 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  King. 


THE    CHILD'S  (4 

With  joyful  heart  and  smiling  face 

We  gather  round  the  throne  of  grace, 

And  lowly  bend  to  offer  there, 

From  infant  lips,  our  humble  prayer, 

To  Him  who  slept  on  Mary's  knee, 

A  gentle  child,  as  young  as  we. 

We  come,  we  come,  the  song  to  swell, 

To  Him  who  loved  our  world  so  well, 

That,  stooping  from  his  Father's  throne, 

He  died  to  claim  it  as  his  own. 

With  joy  we  haste  the  aisles  to  fill, 

Yet  youthful  bands  are  gathering  still; 

O  thus  may  we,  in  heaven  above, 

Unite  in  praises  and  in  love  ; 

And  still  the  angels  fill  their  home 

With  joyful  cries — "  They  come,  they  come.'' 


3.      Child's  Song  of  Praise. 

How  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King, 
Who  reigns  above  the  sky  ! 

How  shall  a  child  presume  to  sing 
His  dreadful  Majesty? 


5)  HYMN    BOOK. 

How  great  his  power  is,  none  can  tell, 
Nor  think  how  large  his  grace ; 

Not  men  below,  nor  saints  who  dwell 
On  high  before  his  face. 

Nor  angels,  who  stand  round  the  Lord, 
Can  search  his  secret  will ; 

But  they  perform  his  heavenly  word. 
And  sing  his  praises  still. 

Then  let  me  join  this  holy  train, 
And  my  first  off'rings  bring : 

Th'  eternal  God  will  not  disdain 
To  hear  an  infant  sing. 

My  heart  resolves,  my  tongue  obeys, 

And  angels  will  rejoice 
To  hear  their  mighty  Maker's  praise 

Sound  from  a  feeble  voice.  watts. 

4:«      Children  to  the  Savior. 

Jesus,  Lord  of  life  and  glory, 

Friend  of  children,  hear  our  lays ; 

Humbly  would  our  souls  adore  thee, 
Sing  *hy  name  in  hymns  of  praise. 


5  THE    CHILD  S  (6 

We  are  debtors  to  thy  kindness, 
God  of  grace  and  boundless  love ; 

Thousands  wander  on  in  blindness, 
Strangers  to  the  light  above. 

But  'tis  ours  to  read  the  pages 
"Whence  the  rays  of  glory  flow ; 

And,  through  everlasting  ages, 
We  aspire  its  bliss  to  know. 

Jesus,  on  thine  arm  relying, 

We  would  tread  this  earthly  vale  ; 

Be  our  life  when  we  are  dying, 

Be  our  strength  when  life  shall  fail. 


5.     God's   Greatness. 

O  Lord  our  God,  how  wondrous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 

Let  old  and  young  proclaim. 

When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

And  stars  that  well  adorn  the  sky, 
Those  moving  worlds  of  light ; — 


HYMN    BOOK.  6 

Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

That  dwells  so  far  below, 
That  thou  shouldst  visit  him  with  grace, 

And  raise  his  nature  so ! 

Jesus  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 

Let  all  the  earth  proclaim,     watts. 


6»     First  Love. 

How  happy  are  they 

Who  the  Savior  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above 

Oh  !  what  tongue  can  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

'Tis  heaven  below, 

My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore- 


THE    CHILD'S  (8 

Yes,  all  the  day  long 

I3  my  Jesus  my  song, 
And  Redemption  through  faith  in  his  name  : 

O  that  all  might  believe, 

x\nd  salvation  receive, 
And  their  song  and  their  joy  be  the  same. 

Viuage  Hymns 


Praise  Jb?'  Creation  and  Providence 

I  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise  ; 

That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordain'd 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day  ; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 

And  all  the  stars  obey. 

T  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
That  fill'd  the  earth  with  food ; 

He  form'd  the  creatures  with  his  word. 
And  then  pronounc'd  them  good. 


9}  HYMN    BOOK.  8 

In  heaven  lie  shines  with  beams  of  love, 
With  wrath  in  hell  beneath ; 

'Tis  on  his  earth  I  stand  or  move, 
And  'tis  his  air  I  breathe. 

His  hand  is  my  perpetual  guard, 
He  keeps  me  with  his  eye  : 

"Why  should  I  then  forget  the  Lord, 
Who  is  for  ever  nigh  ?     Watts. 

§.     Praise  the  Lord. 

Once  more,  O  Lord,  we  bring 

The  tribute  of  our  songs; 
'Tis  pleasant,  Lord,  thy  praise  to  sing — 

For  praise  to  thee  belongs. 

,     Ten  thousand  different  flowers 
To  thee  sweet  ofFerinffs  bear  • 
And  cheerful  birds,  in  shady  bowers, 
Sing  forth  thy  tender  care. 

The  fields  on  every  side, 

The  trees  on  every  hill, 
The  glorious  sun,  the  rolling  tide, 

Proclaim  thy  wondrous  skill. 


THE    CHILD'S  (10 

But  trees,  and  fields,  and  skies 
Still  praise  a  God  unknown  ; 

For  gratitude  and  love  can  rise 
From  living  hearts  alone. 

These  living  hearts  of  ours 
Thy  holy  name  would  bless  ; 

The  blossom  of  ten  thousand  flowers 
"Would  please  the  Savior  less. 

Though  earth  itself  decays, 

Our  souls  can  never  die ; 
O,  tune  them  all  to  sing  thy  praise 

In  better  worlds  on  high. 

O.    A  Life  of  Praise. 

Yes,  I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God  ! 

Through  all  my  mortal  days, 
And  to  eternity  prolong 

Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

Nor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 

The  honors  of  my  God  ! 
My  life  with  all  its  active  powers 

Shall  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

Heginbotham. 


11)  HVMN    BOOK.  10,    11 

XO«     Uniting  with  Hosts  above. 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 

Around  th'  eternal  throne, 
Of  every  kindred,  clime  and  land, 

A  multitude  unknown. 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain," 

Cry  the  redeem'd  above, 
"  Blessing  and  honor  to  obtain, 

"  And  everlasting  love." 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  on  earth  we  sing, 

"  Who  died  our  souls  to  save : 
"  Henceforth,  O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting? 

"  Thy  Victory,  O  grave  !"       Montgomery. 

XI.     Song  of  the    Temple. 

Once  was  heard  the  song  of  children 
By  the  Savior  when  on  earth, 

Joyful  in  the  sacred  temple 

Shouts  of  youthful  praise  had  birth  ; 

And  hosannas 
Loud,  to  David's  Son  broke  forth. 


12  THE    CHILD'S  !•_. 

Palms  of  victory  strewn  around  him, 

Garments  spread  beneath  his  feet ; 
Prophet  of  the  Lord  they  crown'd  him, 

In  fair  Salem's  crowded  street ; 
While  hos  annas 

Children  sung  in  accents  sweet. 
Blessed  Savior,  now  triumphant, 

Glorified  and  throned  on  high, 
Mortal  lays,  from  man  and  infant, 

With  the  songs  of  angels  vie, 
And  hosannas 

Swell  the  chorus  of  the  sky. 
God  o'er  all,  in  glory  reigning, 

We  this  day  thy  praises  sing ; 
Not  with  palms  thy  pathway  strewing, 

We  would  loftier  tribute  bring  ; 
Glad  hosannas 

To  our  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 

X£»     God  is  ever  good. 

See  the  shining  dew-drops 
On  the  flowers  strew'd, 

Proving,  as  they  sparkle, 
God  is  ever  good. 


U)  HYMN    BOOK.  13 

See  the  morning  sun-bearns 
Lighting  up  the  wood, 

Silently  proclaiming 
God  is  ever  good. 

Hear  the  mountain  streamlet 

In  the  solitude, 
With  its  ripple  saying 

God  is  ever  good. 

In  the  leafy  tree-tops, 
Where  no  fears  intrude, 

Merry  birds  are  singing 
God  is  ever  good. 

Bring,  my  heart,  thy  tribute, 

Songs  of  gratitude, 
While  all  nature  utters, 

God  is  ever  good.     Juv.  sing.  sc-h. 


13.     The  Storm. 

How  fierce  the  lightning  blazes  ! 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar  ; 
Hark/how  the  wind  arises, 

While  clouds  their  waters  pour 


13  THE   CHILD'S  (14 

But  in  the  Lord  confiding, 

We  think  of  no  alarm, 
For  He  himself  is  riding 

Upon  the  angry  storm. 

The  lightnings  are  his  arrows, 

The  thunders  are  his  voice  ; 
Yet  e'en  the  feeblest  sparrows 

May  safe  in  him  rejoice. 
The  clouds  and  winds  and  waters 

Obey  his  sovereign  word  : 
Let  Zion's  sons  and  daughters 

Adore  th'  Almighty  Lord. 

When  lightnings  red  are  streaking, 

A  Father's  arm  is  bared  ; 
When  thunders  loud  are  speaking, 

A  Father's  voice  is  heard. 
The  foes  that  flee  before  him 

Will  never  feel  his  grace  ; 
But  children  who  adore  him, 

Shall  see  his  smiling  face. 

Nursery  Socgs. 


15)  HYMN    BOOK.  14 

14»    Instruction  from  the  Heavens. 
Stars  that,  on  your  wondrous  way, 

Travel  through  the  evening  sky, 
Is  there  nothing  you  can  say 

To  a  child  as  young  as  I  ? 
Tell  me,  for  I  want  to  know 
Who  has  made  you  sparkle  so  ? 

Yes,  methinks  I  hear  you  say, 
"  Child  of  mortal  race,  attend, 

While  we  run  our  wondrous  way  ; 
Listen — we  would  be  your  friend, 

Teaching  you  that  name  divine, 

By  whose  mighty  word  we  shine. 

Child,  as  truly  as  we  roll 

Through  the  dark  and  distant  sky, 

You  have  an  immortal  soul, 

Born  to  live  when  we  shall  die  : 

Sun  and  planets  pass  away — 

Spirits  never  can  decay. 

When  some  thousand  years,  at  most, 
All  their  little  time  have  spent, 

One  by  one  our  sparkling  host 
Shall  forsake  the  firmament : 


THE    CHILD  S  (16 

We  shall  from  our  glory  fall — 
You  must  live  beyond  us  all. 

Yes — and  God,  who  made  us  roll — 
God,  who  hung  us  in  the  sky, 

Stoops  to  watch  an  infant's  soul, 
With  a  condescending  eye  ; 

And  esteems  it  dearer  far, 

More  in  value  than  a  star! 

O,  then,  while  your  breath  is  given, 
Pour  it  out  in  fervent  prayer, 

And  beseech  the  God  of  heaven 
To  receive  your  spirit  there  : 

Like  a  living  star  to  blaze 

Ever  to  your  Savior's  praise." 

Hyrns  for  Infant  Minds 

15  •     Morning. 

Now  night  is  gone, 
And  golden  morn 

In  eastern  skies  is  breaking, 
And  vale  and  wood, 
And  field  and  flood, 

To  songs  of  praise   are  waking. 


17) 


HYMN    BOOK.  16 

How  far  away 
To  greet  the  day 

The  lark  is  gayly  singing ; 
On  spangled  green 
The  lambs  are  seen 

O'er  flowery  meadows  springing. 
The  woodlands  round 
With  songs  resound, 

Each  smiling  plain  rejoices  ; 
And  murmuring  rills 
Among  the  hills 

Praise  God  with  thousand  voices. 
May  He,  whose  power 
Each  morning  hour 

With  thousand  tongues  is  praising, 
Grant  us  to  prove 
Our  grateful  love, 

Each  heart  glad  incense  raising. 

Jut.  Sing.  Sub. 

16  •     God  the  Creator. 
Eternal  wisdom,  thee  we  praise ; 

Thee  the  creation  sings ; 
With  thy  loved  name,  rocks,  hills  and  seas, 

And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

Dd*.  2 


17  THE    CHILD'S  (18 

Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spreads  the  sky ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 

And  starred  with  sparkling  gold. 

Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round, 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 
Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 

With  terror  and  delight. 

But  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 

Our  softer  passions  move  ; 
Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face 

We  see,  adore,  and  love.     Watta. 

IT.     The  Seasons. 

How  pleasing  is  the  voice 

Of  God,  our  heavenly  King, 
Who  bids  the  frosts  retire, 
And  wakes  the  lovely  spring  ! 
Bright  suns  arise, 

The  mild  wind  blows, 
And  beauty  glows 
Through  earth  and  skies. 


19  ">  HYMN    BOOK.  18 

The  morn,  with  glory  crown'd, 

His  hand  arrays  in  smiles : 
He  bids  the  eve  decline, 
Rejoicing  o'er  the  hills  : 
The  evening  breeze 
His  breath  perf  umes  : 
His  beauty  blooms 
In  flowers  and  trees. 

With  life  he  clothes  the  spring, 

The  earth  with  summer  warms  : 
He  spreads  th'  autumnal  feast, 
And  rides  on  wintry  storms  : 
His  gifts  divine 

Through  all  appear ; 

And  round  the  year 

His  glories  shine,     pwight 


X8.     Praise  for  Redemption. 
Glory  to  God  on  high, 

Let  peace  on  earth  abound  ; 
Ye  angels,  shout  through  all  the  sky, 

And  men  repeat  the  sound. 


19  THE    CHILD'S 

Jesus  appeared  on  earth, 

Not  as  a  prince  or  king ; 
He  came  a  child  of  heavenly  birth, 

Good  will  and  peace  to  bring. 

The  young  received  his  love, 
His  blessing  and  his  care, 

And  still,  though  now  he  reigns  above. 
His  tenderest  love  they  share. 

May  we  this  day  begin 
To  love  the  ways  of  truth ; 

To  shun  the  slippery  paths  of  sin, 
And  walk  with  God  in  youth. 

And  when  before  his  throne 

Assembled  myriads  meet, 
O  may  we  all  in  worship  join, 

At  our  Redeemer's  feet. 


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19.    The   Walk. 

I'll  go  to  the  fields  for  some  flowers, 
The  fields  are  so  lovely  and  gay ; 

How  sweet  are  they  after  the  showers, 
I  could  play  in  them  all  the  long  day. 


21)  HYMN    BOOK,  20 

But  who  made  these  lofty  green  trees  ? 

And  who  made  these  beautiful  flowers? 
Who  sweetens  with  roses  the  breeze  ? 

Who  makes  them  all  fresh  with  the  showers! 

'Twas  my  heavenly  Father  above, 
Who  made  every  thing  that  I  see, 

And  who,  with  compassion  and  love, 

Regards  little  children  like  me.     Little  Hymn  Book> 


/£©•     Creation  praises  God. 

My  heavenly  Father  !  all  I  see 

Around  me  and  above, 
Sends  forth  a  hymn  of  praise  to  thee, 

And  speaks  thy  boundless  love. 

The  clear  blue  sky  is  full  of  thee  ; 

The  woods,  so  dark  and  lone, 
The  soft  south  wind,  the  sounding  sea. 

Worship  the  Holy  One. 

The  humming  of  the  insect  throngs, 
The  prattling,  sparkling  rill, 

The  birds,  with  their  melodious  songs, 
Repeat  thy  praises  still. 


21,    22  THE    CHILD  S  (22 

31.     Birth  of  Christ. 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
"  Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
**  God  and  sinners  reconciled." 
Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by ; 
Born,  that  men  no  more  might  die  ; 
Born,  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born,  to  give  them  second  birth. 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Let  us  all  the  anthem  sing, — 
"  Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
"  God  and  sinners  reconciled." 

Rippon's  CoL 

%%.     God  the  Creator. 
The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  01  all ; 

His  station  who  can  find  ? 
I  hear  him  in  the  waterfall ; 

I  hear  him  in  the  wind. 
If  in  the  gloom  of  night  I  shroud, 

His  face  I  cannot  fly  ; 
I  see  him  in  the  evening  cloud 

And  in  the  morning  sky. 


23)  HYMN    BOOK.  23 

He  smiles,  we  live  ;  he  frowns,  we  die  : 

We  hang  upon  his  word  ; 
He  rears  his  mighty  arm  on  high, 

We  fall  before  his  sword. 

He  bids  his  gales  the  fields  deform  ; 

Then,  when  his  thunders  cease 
He  paints  the  rainbow  on  the  storm, 

And  lulls  the  winds  to  peace. 

H.  K.  White 

a!S«     Christ  the  Children' 's  Friend. 

Thou  Guardian  of  our  youthful  days, 
To  thee  our  pray'rs  ascend  : 

To  thee  we'll  tune  our  songs  of  praise  ; 
Thou  art  "the  Children's  Friend." 

From  thee  our  daily  mercies  flow, 
Our  life  and  health  descend : 

O  save  our  souls  from  sin  and  wo, 
Jesus,  "  the  Children's  Friend." 

Teach  us  to  prize  thy  holy  word, 

And  to  its  truths  attend  ; 
Thus  shall  we  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 

And  love  "  the  Children's  Friend." 


24  THE    CHILD'S  (24 

Lord,  draw  our  youthful  hearts  to  thee, 

From  ev'ry  ill  defend  ; 
Help  us  in  early  life  to  flee 

To  thee,  "  the  Children's  Friend." 

Oh  may  we  taste  of  Jesus'  love, 
To  him  our  souls  commend  ; 

For  Jesus  left  the  realms  above, 
To  be  "  the  Children's  Friend." 

Let  all  our  hopes  be  fix'd  on  high, 
And  when  our  lives  shall  end, 

Then  may  we  live  above  the  sky, 
With  thee,  "the  Children's  Friend." 


/54«     Praise  to  God  for  our  Redemption. 

Blest  be  the  wisdom  and  the  power, 

The  justice  and  the  grace, 
That  join'd  in  council  to  restore 

And  save  our  ruin'd  race. 

Our  father  ate  forbidden  fruit, 

And  from  his  glory  fell ; 
And  we,  his  children,  thus  were  brought 

To  death,  and  near  to  hell. 


25) 


HYMN    BOOK.  25 

Blest  be  the  Lord,  that  sent  his  Son 
To  take  our  flesh  and  blood  ; 

He  for  our  lives  gave  up  his  own, 
To  make  our  peace  with  God. 

He  honor'd  all  his  Father's  laws, 
Which  we  have  disobeyed  ; 

He  bore  our  sins  upon  the  cross, 
And  our  full  ransom  paid. 

Behold  him  rising  from  the  grave, 

Behold  him  raised  on  high  : 
He  pleads  his  merits  there  to  save 

Transgressors  doom'd  to  die. 

There  on  a  glorious  throne  he  reigns, 

And,  by  his  power  divine, 
Redeems  us  from  the  slavish  chains 

Of  S  atan  and  of  sin.     watts. 


2>&.    Song  of  Angels. 

Happy  angels !  still  you  dwell 
In  yon  worlds  of  glory, 

And  in  joyous  anthems  swell 
Love's  redeeming  story. 


26  the  child's  <2o 

Shining  multitudes,  ye  came 
Our  Redeemer  to  proclaim  : 
Still  your  song  is  just  the  same ; 
Glory,  glory,  glory  ! 

Angels,  sing  again  with  man, 
Swell  our  strain  of  glory  ; 
Shout  with  us  the  wondrous  plan, 

Love's  Redeeming  story ; 
Soon  our  stay  on  earth  shall  fail, 
Soon  shall  drop  the  mortal  vail, 
Then  in  strains  like  yours  we'll  hail, 
Glory,  glory,  glory. 

^0«     Christ  for  our  sake  became  poor. 

Christ  is  merciful  and  mild ; 
He  was  once  a  little  child  ; 
He  whom  heavenly  hosts  adore 
Lived  on  earth  among  the  poor. 

Then  he  laid  his  glory  by 
When  for  us  he  came  to  die  : 
How  I  wonder  when  I  see 
His  unbounded  love  for  me. 


27)  HYMN    BOOK.  27 

Through  his  life  on  earth  I  see 
Lowliness  and  poverty; 
O  how  mean  was  his  abode, 
Though  he  was  the  mighty  God ! 
Yet  through  all  his  actions  ran 
Love  to  poor  and  sinful  man : 
He  the  sick  to  health  restored  ; 
To  the  poor  he  preached  the  word. 
Children  in  his  arms  he  pressed, 
Kindly  took  them  to  his  breast ; 
They,  said  he,  shall  share  my  bliss, 
For  of  such  my  kingdom  is. 

%"$ •     What  is  man,  that  thou  art  mind- 
ful of  him  ? 
Child  of  the  earth  !  O  lift  thy  glance 
To  yon  bright  firmament's  expanse  ; 
Count  o'er  those  lamps  of  quenchless  light, 
That  sparkle  through  the  shades  of  night. 

What  then  art  thou,  O  child  of  clay  ; 
Amid  creation's  grandeur,  say  ? 
E'en  as  an  insect  on  the  breeze, 
E'en  as  a  dew-drop  lost  in  seas  ! 


28  THE  child's 

Yet  fear  thou  not ! — the  sovereign  hand 
Which  spread  the  ocean  and  the  land, 
And  hung  the  rolling  spheres  in  air, 
Hath  e'en  for  thee  a  father's  care. 


^J8.     Invitation  to  praise. 

Come,  children,  let  us  Jesus  praise, 

His  holy  name  adore  ; 
O  let  us  love  him  all  our  days, 

And  praise  him  evermore. 

'Twas  Jesus  who,  the  Lord  of  all, 

For  us  became  so  poor ; 
'Twas  Jesus  raised  us  from  the  fall, — 

O  praise  him  evermore. 

'Twas  Jesus  who  did  bleed  and  die 
When  all  our  sins  he  bore  ; 

'Tis  Jesus  pleads  for  us  on  high, — 
O  praise  him  evermore. 

'Tis  Jesus,  to  prepare  a  place 

For  us,  is  gone  before ; 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  us  seek  his  face, — 

O  praise  him  evermore. 


20)  HYMN    BOOK. 

'Tis  Jesus  then,  while  life  shall  last, 
We'll  worship  and  adore ; 

'Tis  Jesus  too,  when  life  is  past, 
We'll  praise  for  evermore. 

^9.    Jesus  the  Guide. 

Jesus,  guide  of  young  beginners, 
Let  a  child  approach  to  thee, 

Thee,  who  cam'st  to  ransom  sinners, 
Thee,  who  diedst  to  ransom  me. 

Into  thy  protection  take  me, 
Full  of  goodness  as  thou  art : 

After  thine  own  image  make  me, 
Make  me  after  thine  own  heart. 

Exercise  the  potter's  power 
Over  this  unshapen  clay  ; 

Call  me  in  the  morning  hour, 

Teach  my  youthful  mind  thy  way. 

With  a  tender  awe  inspire, 
That  I  never  more  may  rove  ; 

Every  spark  of  good  desire 
Raise  into  a  flame  of  love . 


30  THE    CHILD'S  (30 

30.     Looki?ig  to  Jesus. 

Jesus,  is  sickness  and  in  pain, 

Be  near  to  succor  me, 
My  sinking  spirit  still  sustain ; 

To  thee  I  turn,  to  thee. 

When  cares  and  sorrows  thicken  round, 

And  nothing  bright  I  see, 
In  thee  alone  can  help  be  found ; 

To  thee  I  turn,  to  thee. 

Should  strong  temptations  fierce  assail, 

As  if  to  ruin  me, 
Then  in  thy  strength  will  I  prevail, 

While  still  I  turn  to  thee. 

When  past  transgressions  fearful  rise 

Before  my  memory, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  sacrifice, 

And  turn  to  thee,  to  thee. 

Through  all  my  pilgrimage  below, 
Whate'er  my  lot  may  be, 

In  joy  or  sadness,  weal  or  wo, 

Jesus,  I'll  turn  to  thee.     t.  h.  Gaiiaudet 


31)  HYMN    BOOK.  31,    32 

31.     Heaven. 
There  is  a  glorious  world  of  light 

Above  the  starry  sky, 
Where  saints  departed,  clothed  in  white, 

Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 
And  hark  !   amid  the  sacred  songs 

Those  heavenly  voices  raise, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  infant  tongues 

Unite  and  sing  his  praise. 
These  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know, 

If  Jesus  we  obey  ; 
This  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 

If  found  in  wisdom's  way. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minds. 

3^«     The  HosannaJi. 
Glory  to  the  Father  give, 
God  in  whom  we  move  and  live ; 
Children's  prayers  he  deigns  to  hear, 
Children's  songs  delight  his  ear. 
Glory  to  the  Son  we  bring, 
Christ  our  Prophet,  Priest  and  King ; 
Children,  raise  your  sweetest  strain 
To  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain. 


33  THE    CHILD'S  (3ii 

Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
He  reclaims  the  sinner  lost : 
Children's  minds  may  he  inspire, 
Touch  their  tongues  with  holy  fire. 

Glory  in  the  highest  be 

To  the  blessed  Trinity, 

For  the  Gospel  from  above, 

For  the  word  that  "  God  is  love." 

Montgomery 

38.     Praise  to  the  Giver  of  good. 

O  give  thanks  to  Him  who  made 
Morning  light  and  evening  shade  ; 
Source  and  giver  of  all  good, 
Nightly  sleep  and  daily  food  ; 
Quickener  of  our  wearied  powers, 
Guard  of  our  unconscious  hours. 

O  give  thanks  to  nature's  King, 
Who  made  every  breathing  thing ; 
His  our  warm  and  sentient  frame, 
His  the  mind's  immortal  flame. 
O  how  close  the  ties  that  bind 
Spirits  to  the  eternal  mind ! 


33)  HYMN    BOOK.  34 

O  give  thanks  for  him  who  came 
In  a  mortal  suffering  frame, 
Temple  of  the  Deity — 
Came  to  bear  our  souls  on  high ; 
In  the  path  himself  hath  trod, 
Leading  back  his  saints  to  God.    conder 

34*     Jesus. 
A  Light,  our  darken'd  steps  to  guide  : 
A  Refuge,  where  from  storms  we  hide ; 
A  Hope,  to  cheer  us  midst  our  gloom  ; 
A  Portion,  for  the  world  to  come. 
A  Strength,  to  stay  the  fainting  soul ; 
A  Balm,  to  make  the  sin-sick  whole  ; 
A  Song,  to  cheer  in  death's  dark  vale ; 
Victor,  when  earth  and  nature  fail. 
All  this,  and  more,  will  Jesus  be 
To  every  soul  that  bends  the  knee, 
That  bears  the  cross,  that  runs  the  road, 
In  truth  and  love,  that  leads  to  God. 
Then  bear  that  cross  in  morning's  dawn, 
Twill  cheer  thy  soul  when  morning's  gone 
Bear  thou  that  cross  in  meekness  here, 
Pledge  of  a  crown  in  glory  there. 

Child's.  3 


35,  36  the  child's  (34 

3*>«     The  Surrender. 
Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 

Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine: 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine, 

Thine  entirely, 
Through  eternal  ages  thine. 

Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 
E  arth  and  hell  will  disappear ; 

Or  in  vain  attempt  possession 

When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near : 

Shout,  O  Zion  ! 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here  ! 

Evang.  Mag. 

36.     The  Guiding  Star. 
Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led, 

With  mild  benignant  ray, 
The  Gentiles  to  the  lowly  shed 

Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 
But  lo !  a  brighter,  clearer  light, 

Now  points  to  his  abode  ; 
It  shines  through  sin  and  sorrow's  nigh ., 

To  guide  us  to  our  Lord. 


35)  HYMN   BOOK.  37 

O  gladly  tread  the  narrow  path 
While  light  and  grace  are  given: 

AVho  meekly  follow  Christ  on  earth, 
Shall  reign  with  him  in  heaven. 

Spirit  of  the  Psalma 

37.     The  Heavenly  Journey. 
Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing ; 
Sing  your  Savior's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

Shout,  ye  little  flock  and  blest, 
You  near  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

Lord  !  submissive  make  us  go, 

Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 

Only  thou  our  leader  be, 

And  we  still  will  follow  thee,    cennict 


38  THE    CHILD'S  (36 

38.     Children  invited  to  Christ. 

Children,  hear  the  melting  story 
Of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain  ; 

'Tis  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory: 
Shall  he  plead  with  you  in  vain  ? 

O  receive  him, 
And  salvation  now  obtain. 

Yield  no  more  to  sin  and  folly, 
So  displeasing  in  his  sight ; 

Jesus  loves  the  pure  and  holy, 
They  alone  are  his  delight; 

Seek  his  favor, 
And  your  hearts  to  him  unite. 

All  your  sins  to  him  confessing 

Who  is  ready  to  forgive  ; 
Seek  the  Savior's  richest  blessing, 

On  his  precious  name  believe  ; 
He  is  waiting, 

"Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  ? 


37 ^  HYMN    BOOK.  39 

39.     Crucifixion  of  Christ. 
Lo,  at  noon  'tis  sudden  night . 

Darkness  covers  all  the  sky ! 
Rocks  are  rending  at  the  sight ! 

Children,  can  yon  tell  me  why  ? 
What  can  all  these  wonders  be  ? 
Jesus  dies  on  Calvary. 
Stretch'd  upon  the  cross,  behold 

How  his  tender  limbs  are  torn  ! 
For  a  royal  crown  of  gold, 

They  have  made  him  one  of  thorn  ! 
Cruel  hands,  that  dare  to  bind 
Thorns  upon  a  brow  so  kind. 

See !  the  blood  is  falling  fast 
From  his  forehead  and  his  side  ! 

Listen !  he  has  breath'd  his  last ! 
With  a  mighty  groan  he  died  ! 

Children,  can  you  tell  me  why 

Jesus  condescends  to  die  ? 

He,  who  was  a  King  above, 
Left  his  kingdom  for  a  grave, 

Out  of  pity  and  of  love, 

That  the  guilty  he  might  save : 


40  THE    CHILD'S  (38 

l)own  to  this  sad  world  lie  flew 
For  such  little  ones  as  you. 

You  were  wretched,  weak,  and  vile  ; 

You  deserv'd  his  holy  frown  ; 
But  he  saw  you  with  a  smile, 

And,  to  save  you,  hasten'd  down : 
Listen,  children,  this  is  why 
Jesus  condescends  to  die. 

Come  then,  children,  come  and  see  ! 

Lift  your  little  hands  to  pray  ; 
"  Blessed  Jesus,  pardon  me, 

"  Help  a  guilty  infant,"  say  ; 
"  Since  it  was  for  such  as  I 
"  Thou  didst  condescend  to  die." 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minds 

4:0.    "  Remember  thy  Creator  in  the  days 
of  thy  youth? 

While  in  the  tender  years  of  youth, 

In  nature's  smiling  bloom, 
Ere  age  arrive  and  trembling  wait 

Its  summons  to  the  tomb, 


39)  HYMN    BOOK.  41 

Remember  thy  Creator,  God  ; 

For  him  thy  powers  employ  ; 
Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 

Thy  confidence,  thy  joy. 

He  shall  defend  and  guide  thy  course 
Through  life's  uncertain  sea, 

Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

Then  seek  the  Lord  betimes,  and  choose. 

The  path  of  heavenly  truth  ; 
The  earth  affords  no  lovelier  sight 

Than  a  religious  youth.      Gibbons. 


41.     The  Same. 

In  life's  gay  morn,  when  sprightly  youth 

With  vital  ardor  glows, 
And  shines  in  all  the  fairest  charms 

Which  beauty  can  disclose  ; 

Deep  on  thy  soul,  before  its  powers 

Are  yet  by  vice  enslaved, 
Be  thy  Creator's  glorious  name 

And  character  engraved. 


42,   43  THE   child's  ^40 

For  soon  the  shades  of  grief  shall  cloud 

The  sunshine  of  thy  days, 
And  cares  and  toils,  in  endless  round, 

Encompass  all  thy  ways. 
Soon  shall  thy  heart  the  woes  of  age 

In  mournful  groans  deplore, 
And  sadly  muse  on  former  joys, 

That  now  return  no  more. 

Scotch  Paraphrase. 

4:/$.    Religion. 
'Tis  religion  that  can  give 
Sweetest  pleasure  while  we  live  ; 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 
After  death  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity ! 
Be  the  living  God  our  friend, 
Then  our  bliss  shall  never  end. 

Mrs.  Masters. 

43»    Advantages  of  Early  Religion. 
Happy  the  child  whose  tender  years 

Receive  instruction  well ; 
Who  hates  the  sinner's  path,  and  fears 

The  road  that  leads  to  hell. 


41)  HYMN    BOOK.  44 

When  we  devote  our  youth  to  God, 

"Pis  pleasing  in  his  eyes  ; 
A  flower,  when  offered  in  the  bud, 

Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee 

Our  childhood  we  resign  ; 
'Twill  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 

That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

Let  the  sweet  work  of  prayer  and  praise 
Employ  my  youngest  breath  : 

Then  I'm  prepared  for  longer  days, 
Or  fit  for  early  death.     Watts. 


44«     Young  Persons  entreated. 

Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 

Of  pure  and  heav'nly  root ; 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 

And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

Ye  careless  ones,  O  hear  betimes 
The  voice  of  sovereign  love  ! 

Your  youth  is  stain' d  with  many  crimes, 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 


THE    CHILD'S  (42 

True,  you  are  young,  but  there's  a  stone 

Within  the  youngest  breast, 
Or  half  the  crimes  which  you  have  done 

Would  rob  you  of  your  rest. 

For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made, — 

Oh,  join  the  public  prayer  ! 
For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, — 

O  shed  yourselves  a  tear  !     • 

We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 
The  Spirit's  power  to  teach  ; 

You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 
That  Jesus  whom  we  preach,    cowpet 

45  •     Importance  of  Religion. 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern 

Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  we  its  great  importance  learn, 

Its  sov'reign  virtue  know. 

More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealth, 

Or  all  the  world  bestows  : 
Not  reputation,  food,  nor  health, 

Can  give  us  such  repose. 


43) 


HYMN    BOOK.  46 

.Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 

And  for  the  awful  tomb.     Fawoetu 


46.     The  Friend. 
One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 

But  this  Savior  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name; 

Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

Oh !  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften, 
Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 

We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above.   Newtoa 


THE    CHILD'S  (44 

4rT«     Youth  Invited  to  Christ. 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 

A  Savior's  voice  to  hear. 

He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 

Your  welfare  to  pursue. 

"  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

"  Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 
11  And  those  who  early  seek  my  grace, 

"  Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compar'd  with  thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 

Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
"Pis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 

For  here  true  bliss  I  find.     Doddridge. 


45) 


HYMN    BOOK.  48,    49 

4:8.     Children  Exhorted. 

Children,  listen  to  the  Lord, 
And  obey  his  gracious  word  ; 
Seek  his  face  with  heart  and  mind  : 
Early  seek,  and  you  shall  find. 

Sorrowful,  your  sins  confess, 
Plead  his  perfect  righteousness  ; 
See  the  Savior's  bleeding  side  : 
Come — you  will  not  be  denied. 

For  his  worship  now  prepare  ; 
Kneel  to  him  in  fervent  prayer  ; 
Serve  him  with  a  perfect  heart : 
Never  from  his  ways  depart. 


49*     Invitation. 
Come  to  Jesus,  come  away, 
Heard  I  not  the  Spirit  say  ? 
Come,  and  all  the  sweetness  prove 
Of  the  Savior's  pardoning  love  ; 
Come,  and  wonder,  love,  adore, 
In  his  presence  evermore. 


50  THE    CHILD'S  M6 

Come  to  Jesus,  come  away, 
Leave  the  world  without  delay : 
Jesus  bore  reproach  and  shame 
You  to  honor  with  his  name  ; 
Jesus  plunged  into  a  sea 
Of  the  deepest  wrath  for  thee. 

Come  to  Jesus,  come  away, 
With  the  Lord  for  ever  stay. 
See  the  indignation  past, 
See  thy  heaven  in  view  at  last ; 
Storms  may  rage  and  billows  roar, 
Now  thy  treasure's  safe  ashore. 

Altered  from  Occorr  's  Hymns. 

50»     Why  will  ye  die  ? 
Let  the  beasts  their  breath  resign, 
Strangers  to  the  life  divine  ; 
"Who  their  God  can  never  know, 
Let  their  spirits  downward  go. 

You  for  higher  ends  were  born, 
You  may  all  to  God  return, 
Dwell  with  him  above  the  sky, — 
Why  will  ye  for  ever  die  ? 


47)  HYMN    BOOK.  51 

What  could  your  Redeemer  do 
More  than  he  hath  done  for  you  ? 
To  procure  your  peace  with  God, 
Could  he  more  than  shed  his  blood  ? 

After  all  his  flowing  love, 
All  his  influence  from  above, 
Why  will  ye  your  Lord  deny  ? 
Why  will  ye  for  ever  die  ?    Wesley's  col 

«51«     The  Glad   Tidings. 

From  the  regions  of  love,  lo !  an  angel  descended, 
And  told  the  strange  news  how  the  babe  was  attended  : 
Go,  shepherds,  and  visit  this  wonderful  stranger, — 
See  yonder  bright  star — it  will  lead  to  the  manger. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  who  has  purchased  our  pardon, 
We  will  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

Glad  tidings  I  bring  unto  you  and  each  nation, 
Glad  tidings  of  joy — now  behold  your  salvation  ! 
Then  suddenly  multitudes  raise  their  glad  voices, 
And  shout  the  Redeemer,  while  heaven  rejoices. 

Now  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  be  given, 
Now  glory  to  God  is  re-echoed  through  heaven ; 
Around  the  whole  earth  let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love,  salvation  and  glory. 

Camp-meeting  Hymn  Bock. 


52  the  child's  as 

•)/$•     Come,   Children,   Come. 

Come,  children,  come  ! 

God  bids  you  come  ; 
Come  and  learn  to  sing  the  story 
Of  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory : 

Come,  children,  come ! 

Come,  children,  come  ! 

Christ  bids  you  come ; 
Early  seek  his  face  and  favor, 
Love  and  serve  your  blessed  Savior : 

Come,  children,  come ! 

Come,  children,  come! 

The  Spirit  says,  come  ; 
Come,  with  Zion's  sons  and  daughters, 
To  the  spring  of  living  waters : 

Come,  children,  come  ! 

Come,  children,  come ! 

Make  heaven  your  home  ; 
Then,  though  earthly  ties  may  sever, 
You  may  live  with  Christ  for  ever  : 

Come,  children,  come!     Mrs. Br0Wn. 


HYMN    BOOK.  53 


53.     "  I  will  fear  no  evil,  for  Thou  art 
with  me" 

They  say  this  world's  a  vale  of  tears, 
Although  *so  pleasant  it  appears  ; 
That  all  on  earth 
Is  little  worth. 
And  cannot  make  us  blest — 
That  pleasures  fly 
Friends  droop  and  die, 
And  sickness  breaks  our  rest. 

So  let  them  say,  for  well  I  know, 
From  God  the  sweetest  pleasures  flow 
And  he  could  be 
A  friend  to  me, 
Should  all  besides  depart : 
In  sickness  soothe, 
My  pillow  smooth, 
And  cheer  my  fainting  heart. 

While  through  this  world  my  footsteps  stray. 
This  blessed  God  shall  be  my  stay, 

My  manna  sweet, 

My  shade  from  heat, 
My  light  in  deepest  gloom  • 


54  the  child's  <  -r0 

His  love  shall  flow 
Where'er  I  go, 
Until  I  reach  the  tomb.     Liae «?«,  Lh» 

54.     The  Narrow  Path. 

There  is  a  path  that  leads  to  God, 

All  others  go  astray  ; 
Narrow,  but  pleasant  is  the  road, 

And  christians  love  the  way. 

It  leads  us  through  a  world  of  sin, 
Where  dangers  must  be  past ; 

But  all  who  boldly  walk  therein, 
Will  rest  in  heaven  at  last. 

How  shall  a  youthful  pilgrim  dare 
This  narrow  path  to  tread  ? 

Do  I  not  need  a  Shepherd's  care, 
To  be  securely  led  ? 

Lord,  lest  my  feeble  steps  should  slide, 

Or  wander  from  the  wa}^ 
Be  thou  my  Guardian  and  my  Guide, 

And  I  shall  never  stray. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minds*. 


51)  HYMN    BOOK.  55 

55  •      "  We  all  do  Jade  as  a  leaf" 

See  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 
Dry  and  wither'd,  to  the  ground ; 

Thus  to  thoughtless  mortals  calling, 
In  a  sad  and  solemn  sound : 

"Youth,  on  length  of  days  presuming, 
"  Who  the  paths  of  pleasure  tread  ! 

"View  us,  late  in  beauty  blooming, 
"  Number'd  now  among  the  dead  : 

"  Though  as  yet  no  losses  grieve  you, 
"  Gay  with  health  and  many  a  grace, 

"Let  not  cloudless  skies  deceive  you, 
"  Summer  gives  to  autumn  place. 

"  Yearly  in  our  course  returning, 
"  Messengers  of  shortest  stay, 

"  We  proclaim  the  solemn  warning, 

"  i  Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away.' " 

On  the  tree  of  life  eternal 

O  let  all  our  hopes  be  laid  ; 
This  alone,  for  ever  vernal, 

Bears  a  leaf  that  shall  not  fade.    Home 


56  THE   child's  (52 

56*     Early  Piety. 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  sweet  the  lily  grows ; 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 

Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose. 

And  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 
The- paths  of  peace  have  trod; 

Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 

Must  shortly  fade  away. 

And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age, 
May  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power 

And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

O  Thou,  whose  infancy  was  found 

With  heavenly  rays  to  shine, 
Whose  years,  with  changeless  virtue  crown'd 

Were  all  alike  divine ; — 


HYMN    BOOK.  57 

Dependent  on  thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  and  in  death, 

To  keep  us  still  thy  own.     Heber 


57.    Early  Piety. 

My  son,  know  thou  the  Lord, 

Thy  father's  God  obey ; 
Seek  his  protecting  care  by  night, 

His  guardian  hand  by  day. 

Call,  while  he  may  be  found, 
And  seek  him  while  he's  near ; 

Serve  him  with  all  thy  heart  and  mind, 
And  worship  him  with  fear. 

If  thou  wilt  seek  his  face, 

His  ear  will  hear  thy  cry; 
Then  shalt  thou  find  his  mercy  sure, 

His  grace  for  ever  nigh. 

But  if  thou  leave  thy  God, 

Nor  choose  the  path  to  heaven ; 

Then  shalt  thou  perish  in  thy  sins, 
And  never  be  forgiven.      Vi]lage  Hymn8 


58,   59  THE   child's  (54 

58.     "  Behold  I  stand  at  the  door.11 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door ! 
He  gently  knocks — has  knock'd  before  ; 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 
Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn — 
His  feet,  departed,  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand.     Gries. 

50.     Preparation  for  Prayer. 
My  soul,  leave  trifling  now, 

Be  watchful  and  composed  ; 
To  all  the  world  below 

Let  my  fix'd  heart  be  closed. 
O  'tis  a  serious  work 

For  which  thou  wouldst  prepare  ; 
It  is  the  work  of  God, 

The  holy  work  of  prayer. 
Then  pause,  my  soul,  awhile, 

And  to  thy  God  draw  nigh ; 
Call  on  the  Spirit's  power 

Thy  thoughts  to  sanctify.      Mrs.coWP«. 


55)  HYMN    BOOK.  60,    61 

60.     Prayer  for  Aid  through  Life. 
Eternal  source  of  life  and  light, 

Supremely  good  and  wise, 
To  thee  we  bring  our  grateful  vows, 

To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 
Our  dark  and  erring  minds  illume 

With  truth's  celestial  rays  ; 
Inspire  our  hearts  with  sacred  love, 

And  tune  our  lips  to  praise. 
Conduct  us  safely  by  thy  grace 

Through  life's  perplexing  road  ; 
And  place  us,  when  that  journey's  o'er, 

In  heaven,  thy  blest  abode. 

61.    Early  will  I  seek   Thee. 
Now  that  my  journey's  just  begun, 

My  road  so  little  trod, 
I'll  come,  before  I  further  run, 

And  give  myself  to  God. 
What  sorrows  may  my  steps  attend 

I  never  can  foretell : 
But  if  the  Lord  will  be  my  friend, 

I  know  that  all  is  well. 


62  THE    CHILD'S  (56 

If  all  my  earthly  friends  should  die 
And  leave  me  mourning  here, 

Since.  God  can  hear  the  orphan's  cry, 
O  what  have  I  to  fear  ? 

If  I  am  poor,  he  can  supply, 

Who  has  my  table  spread  ; 
Who  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry, 
And  fills  his  poor  with  bread. 

If  I  am  rich,  he'll  guard  my  heart, 
Temptation  to  withstand  ; 

And  make  me  willing  to  impart 
The  bounties  of  his  hand. 

But,  Lord,  whatever  grief  or  ill 
For  me  may  be  in  store, 

Make  me  submissive  to  thy  will, 
And  I  would   ask  no  more. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Mmds. 

62*    -A   Child's  Confession  and  Prayer. 

A  sinner,  Lord,  behold  I  stand, 
In  thought,  and  word,  and  deed  ! 

But  Jesus  sits  at  thy  right  hand, 
For  such  to  intercede. 


J?)  HYMN    BOOK.  63 

From  early  infancy,  I  know, 

A  rebel  I  have  been; 
And  daily,  as  I  older  grow, 

The  more  I  grow  in  sin. 

But  God  can  change  this  evil  heart, 

And  give  a  holy  mind, 
And  his  own  heavenly  grace  impart, 

Which  those  who  seek  shall  find. 

Then  let  me  all  my  sins  confess, 
And  pardoning  grace  implore  ; 

That  I  may  learn  thy  righteousness, 
And  love  my  Savior  more. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Mind3 

83.     The  Good  Shepherd. 
Tell  me,  Shepherd  from  above, 
Dearest  object  of  lny  love, 
Where  thy  happy  flocks  abide, 
Shelter'd  by  thy  bleeding  side ! 

Tell  me,  Savior  all  divine, 
Where  I  may  my  soul  recline, 
Where  I  shall  for  refuge  fly 
Wlien  the  burning  sun  is  high. 


THE    CHILD'S  (58 

Claim  me,  Shepherd,  as  thine  own, 
O  protect  me,  thou  alone  ! 
Let  me  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Make  my  fainting  heart  rejoice. 

64#    Self -dedication  of  a  Child. 
Lord,  I  would  come  to  thee, 
A  sinner  all  defil'd  ; 

0  take  the  stain  of  guilt  away, 
And  own  me  as  thy  child. 

1  cannot  live  in  sin, 

And  feel  a  Savior's  love  ; 
Thy  blood  can  make  my  spirit  clean, 
And  write  my  name  above. 

Among  thy  little  flock, 

I  need  the  Shepherd's  care  ; — 

Pour  waters  from  the  smitten  Rock, 
And  pastures  green  prepare. 

Blest  Shepherd,  I  am  thine; 

Still  keep  me  in  thy  fear  ; 
Now  fill  my  heart  with  grace  divine, 

Bring  thy  salvation  near. 

Mother's  H.  Booi. 


I)  HYMJN'    BOOK.  65 

65.    Asking  Pardon  for  Anger. 

Lord,  I  confess  before  thy  face 

How  sinful  I  have  been ; 
Look  down  from  heaven,  thy  dwelling  place, 

And  pardon  this  my  sin. 

Forgive  my  temper,  Lord,  I  pray, 

My  passion  and  my  pride  ; 
The  wicked  words  I  dared  to  sa}7". 

And  wicked  thoughts  beside. 

The  Savior  answer'd  not  again, 

Nor  spoke  an  angry  word 
To  all  the  scoffs  of  wicked  men, 

Although  he  was  their  Lord. 

And  who  am  I,  a  sinful  child, 

Such  angry  words  to  say  ! — 
Make  me  as  he  was,  meek  and  mild,  . 

And  take  my  pride  away. 

For  Jesus'  sake,  forgive  my  crime, 
And  change  this  stubborn  heart ; 
And  grant  me  grace  another  time 

To    act    a   better    part.       Hymns  for  Infant  Minds. 


66,  67  THE   child's  (GO 

66*     Confession  of  Sin. 
What  is  there,  Lord,  a  child  can  do, 

Who  feels  with  guilt  opprest  ? 
There's  evil,  that  I  never  knew 

Before,  within  my  breast. 
My  thoughts  are  vain  ;  my  heart  is  hard ; 

My  temper  apt  to  rise  ; 
And,  when  I  seem  upon  my  guard, 

It  takes  me  by  surprise. 
O  look  with  pity  in  thine  eye 

Upon  a  heart  so  hard  : 
Thou  wilt  not  slight  a  feeble  cry, 

Or  Show  it  110  regard.     Hymns  for  Infant  Mind* 

OT.     The  Example  of  Christ. 
Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  and  Savior, 

Once  became  a  child  like  me  ; 
O  that,  in  my  whole  behavior, 

He  my  pattern  still  might  be. 
All  my  nature  is  unholy, 

Pride  and  passion  dwell  within  ; 
But  the  Lord  was  meek  and  lowly, 

And  was  never  known  to  sin. 


61)  HYMN    BOOK.  68 

Lord,  assist  a  feeble  creature, 
Guide  me  by  thy  word  of  truth ; 

Condescend  to  be  my  teacher 

Through  my  childhood  and  my  youth. 

Oh  permit  me  not  to  harden 

In  my  sin,  and  be  content ; 
But  bestow  a  gracious  pardon, 

And  assist  me  to  repent. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minda. 

68.     The  Child-like   Temper. 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart, 
Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 

Upright,  simple,  free  from  art, 
Make  me  as  a  weaned  child ; 

From  distrust  and  envy  free, 

Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  thee. 

What  thou  shalt  to-day  provide. 

Let  me  as  a  child  receive  ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide, 

Calmly  to  thy  wisdom  leave  : 
"Tis  enough  that  Thou  wilt  care- 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ? 


69  THE    CHILD'S  (62 

As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own, 

Knows  he's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 
Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone  ; 

Let  me  thus  with  thee  abide, 

As  my  Father,  guard  and  guide. 

Thus  preserved  from  Satan's  wiles, 
Safe  from  dangers,  free  from  fears, 

May  I  live  upon  thy  smiles, 
Till  the  promis'd  hour  appears, 

When  the  sons  of  God  shall  prove 

All  their  Father's  boundless  love.    Kewt00 


Hf£.    Early  Devotion  to   God. 

With  humble  heart  and  tongue, 

Great  God,  to  thee  I  pray ; 
O  may  I  learn,  while  I  am  young, 

To  walk  in  wisdom's  way. 

Now,  in  my  early  days, 

Teach  me  thyself  to  know  ; 

O  God,  thy  sanctifying  grace 
Betimes  on  me  bestow. 


HYMN    BOOK.  70 

My  heart,  to  folly  prone, 

Renew  by  pow'r  divine  ; 
Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine. 

Make  my  defenceless  youth 

The  object  of  thy  care ; 
Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 

And  flee  from  ev'ry  snare. 

O  let  thy  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ  ; 
Be  this,  through  all  my  future  days, 
My  treasure  and  my  joy.    FawCett 

TO.     Confession. 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne 

And  our  confessions  pour, 
Teach  us  to  feel  the  sins  we  own, 

And  shun  what  we  deplore. 

Our  contrite  spirits  pit}dng  see, 

And  penitence  impart, 
And  let  a  healing  ray  from  thee 

Beam  hope  upon  the  heart. 


71  THE    CHILD'S  (64 

Tl»     BreatJiing  after  Holiness. 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 

To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

O  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 

Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

From  vanity  turn  off  mine  eyes  ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design 
Nor  covetous  desires  arise 

Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

Order  my  footseps  by  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  sincere  : 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  ; 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  : 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 

Offend  against  my  God.      watts. 


ft;  HYMN    BOOK.  72,    73 

72.    Submission. 
When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

May  we  our  wills  resign, 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share, 

Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 

Let  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies, 
And  teach  our  hearts  'tis  goodness  stiB 

That  grants  it,  or  denies. 

73.     Child's  Prayer. 
Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray ; 

Thy  grace  betimes  impart; 
And  grant  thy  Holy  Spirit  may 

Renew  my  sinful  heart. 
A  fallen  creature  I  was  born, 

And  from  my  birth  have  strayed  : 
I  must  be  wretched  and  forlorn 

Without  thy  mercy's  aid. 
But  Christ  can  all  my  sins  forgive, 

And  wash  away  their  stain  ; 

Can  fit  my  soul  with  him  to  live, 

And  in  his  kingdom  reign, 
child's.  5 


74  THE    CHILD'S  (.66 

To  liim  let  little  children  come, 
For  he  hath  said  they  may ; 

His  bosom  then  shall  be  their  home, 
Their  tears  he'll  wipe  away. 

For  all  who  early  seek  his  face 
Shall  surely  taste  his  love  ; 

Jesus  shall  guide  them,  by  his  grace, 
To  dwell  with  him  above.     Dr.  Ryian£ 

74  •    Praise  for  Daily  Mercies. 

Lord,  I  would  own  thy  tender  care, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  ; 
The  food  I  eat,  the  clothes  I  wear, 

Are  all  bestow'd  by  thee. 

'Tis  thou  preservest  me  from  death 

And  danger  every  hour  ; 
I  cannot  draw  another  breath, 

Unless  thou  give  the  power. 

My  health,  and  friends,  and  parents  dear, 

To  me  by  God  are  given ; 
I  have  not  any  blessing  here 

But  what  is  sent  from  heaven. 


67)  HYMN    BOOK.  75 

Such  goodness,  Lord,  and  constant  care, 

A  child  can  ne'er  repay  ; 
But  may  it  be  my  daily  prayer, 

To  love  thee  and  obey. 

Hymns  lor  Infant  Mind* 


K5>  •     Prayer  for  Mercy. 

Jesus,  Savior,  pity  me, 

Hear  me  when  I  cry  to  thee ! 

I've  a  very  wicked  heart, 

Full  of  sin  in  ev'ry  part ; 

I  can  never  make  it  good, 

Wilt  thou  wash  me  hi  thy  blood ! 

Jesus,  Savior,  pity  me, 

Hear  me  when  I  cry  to  thee ! 

Young  in  years,  in  evil  strong, 
Far  from  thee  I've  lived  too  long  : 
When  I  try  to  do  thy  will, 
Sin  is  in  my  bosom  still. 
Who  could  help  or  comfort  give. 
If  thou  didst  not  bid  me  live  ? 
Jesus,  Savior,  pity  me, 
Hear  me  when  I  cry  to  thee. 


76  THE    CHILD'S  68 

Though  I  cannot  cease  from  guilt, 
Thou  canst  cleanse  me,  and  thou  wilt ; 
Since  thy  blood  for  me  was  shed, 
Crown'd  with  thorns  thy  blessed  head  : 
Thou,  who  loved  and  suffer'd  so, 
Ne'er  will  bid  me  from  thee  go : 
Jesus,  thou  wilt  pity  me  ! 
Save  me  when  I  cry  to  thee  !   M.  L.  Dunca3 


76.    For  me. 

Lord,  to  thy  mercy-seat  I  come, 
And  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 

Here  at  thy  footstool  will  I  plead 
The  merits  of  thy  Son. 

Though  crimes  of  deepest  dye  appear, 
And  justice  bids  thee  slay  ; 

Yet  in  thy  mercy  will  I  trust, 
To  wash  my  sins  away. 

My  only  hope  is  in  that  blood, 
For  me  on  Calvary  shed  ; 

My  only  plea  is  this, — for  me, 
For  me  my  Savior  bled. 


HYMN    BOOK.  77 

For  me  upon  the  cross  he  hung, 
For  me  pass'd  through  the  tomb  ; 

For  me  to  glory  rose,  and  there 
Prepares  my  happy  home. 

Now,  while  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 

For  me  he  intercedes  ; 
And  oh  !  Thou  wilt  not  one  condemn 

For  whom  the  Savior  pleads. 

Youth's  Mag. 

YT.     Seeking  God. 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue 

This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 

To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

For  life,  without  thy  love, 

No  relish  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this, 

To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

In  wakeful  hours  of  night 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 
I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are, 

And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 


78.  79  the  child's  (70 

The  shadow  of  thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps  ; 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 

And  he  supports  my  steps.    Watto. 

7S.     Youth  and  Age. 
To  thee  in  youth's  bright  morning, 

Father  of  all,  we  pray  ; 
While  thought  and  fancy  dawning, 

Lead  on  the  rising  day. 
To  thee,  in  life's  last  even, 

"We'll  tune  our  feeble  breath, 
Feel  all  our  sins  forgiven, 

And  softly  sleep  in  death.    Sp.  Song3. 

T9.     Pilgrimage. 
Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 

Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears — 
Through  the  changes  here  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us — 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 


71)  HYMN    BOOK.  80,    81 

In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 
And  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Call  us  to  thy  heavenly  rest, 
Then,  by  angel  bands  attended, 

We  shall  wake  among  the  blest.  Sp.  songs 

80.    Resignation. 
Great  God !  I  would  not  seek  to  know 

The  number  of  my  earthly  hours  ; 
Nor  if  the  path  that  I  must  go 

Be  set  with  thorns  or  strew'd  with  flowers-. 
But  this  I  would  for  ever  pray, 

Nor  be  the  earnest  suit  denied, 
That,  whether  dark  or  bright  the  way, 

Thy  Spirit  still  may  be  my  guide. 

Seamen's  Hymns 

8X«  The  pure  in  heart. 
Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 

For  they  shall  see  our  God  ; 
The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs, 

Their  souls  are  his  abode. 


82,  83  the  child's  (72 

Still  to  the  lowly  mind 

He  doth  himself  impart, 
And  for  his  temple  and  his  throne 

Selects  the  pure  in  heart. 

Hymns  for  the  Vestry  and  Frreflid& 

8/5  e     Prayer  to  Christ. 
Holy  child,  of  heavenly  birth, 
God  made  manifest  on  earth  ! 
Fain  I  would  thy  follower  be, 
Act  in  every  thing  like  thee. 
Thou  whom  angels  serve  and  fear, 
Subject  to  thy  parents  here, 
Didst  to  me  the  pattern  give, 
How  with  mine  I  ought  to  live. 
Thy  humility  impart, 
Give  me  thy  obedient  heart, 
Free  and  cheerful  to  fulfil 
All  my  heavenly  Father's  will. 


83.     Earthly  Prospects  deceitful 
Oft  in  vain  the  voice  of  truth 

Solemnly  and  loudly  warns, 
While  each  giddy  careless  youth 

Every  solemn  warning  scorns. 


73)  HYMN    BOOK.  83 

Youth  in  fancy's  glass  surveys 
Life  prolong'd  to  distant  years, 

While  the  vast  imagin'd  space 
Fill'd  with  varying  joys  appears. 

Awful  disappointment  soon 
Overclouds  the  smiling  day  ; 

Some  their  sun-set  find  at  noon, 
Tom  by  death's  strong  hand  away. 

Others,  who  are  spared  awhile, 

Live  to  weep  o'er  fancy's  cheat ; 
Find  distress,  and  pain,  and  toil — 
■  Bitter  things  instead  of  sweet. 

Sin  has  spread  a  curse  around, 
Poisoning  all  things  here  below ; 

On  this  sin-polluted  ground 
Peace  and  joy  can  never  grow. 

Grace  alone  can  cure  our  ills, 
Sweeten  life  with  all  its  cares, 

Regulate  our  stubborn  wills, 

Save  us  from  surrounding  snares. 

Kewtoa 


34,    85  THE  child's  (74 

84»     The   Little  Pilgrim. 
May  I  a  little  pilgrim  be, 
Resolved  alone  to  follow  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  God,  who  now  art  gone 
Up  to  heaven's  eternal  throne. 

May  I  my  heart  to  thee  resign, 
Thine  ever  be,  and  thou  be  mine  . 
The  world  I  leave,  to  find  the  way 
To  happiness  and  endless  day. 

My  lips  shall  be  employed  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength,  my  righteousness; 
By  faith  his  holy  life  I'll  view, 
His  precepts  and  his  path  pursue. 

Thus  would  I  learn  below  to  live, 
Till  I  my  summons  hence  receive ; 
Then,  when  he  calls,  I  shall  but  die 
To  live  with  him  eternally. 

85.     Thanksgiving. 
Almighty  God  of  grace  and  love, 

Our  youthful  praise  attend  : 
Our  songs  of  joy  shall  mount  above 

To  thee,  the  children's  friend. 


75) 


HYMN    BOOK.  86 

Before  we  knew  thy  sacred  name, 

Or  lisp'd  our  infant  prayer, 
Thou  didst  preserve  our  tender  frame 

By  thine  almighty  care. 

Thus  far  through  childhood's  scenes  we're  led^ 

To  thee  our  all  we  owe  ; 
Our  friends,  our  clothes,  our  daily  bread, 

Thy  mercy  doth  bestow. 

While  heathen  nations  teach  their  youth 

To  worship  wood  and  stone, 
We  pray  to  thee,  the  God  of  truth, 

Through  Jesus  Christ  alone. 

For  Sabbaths,  Bibles,  parents  kind, 

We  render  thee  our  praise  ; 
O  Lord,  accept  the  thankful  mind, 

Accept  our  humble  lays. 

86.     The  Request. 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sov'reign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace 

Let  this  petition  rise, 


87  THE    CHILD'S  (76 

Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  ev'ry  murmur  free ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 

And  let  me  live  to  thee. 

Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine 

My  life  and  death  attend ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 

And  crown  my  journey's  end.     steeia. 

8T«     God  Everywhere. 
Among  the  deepest  shades  of  night 

Can  there  be  one  who  sees  my  way? 
Yes,  God  is  as  a  shining  light, 

That  turns  the  darkness  into  day. 

"When  ev'ry  eye  around  me  sleeps, 
May  I  not  sin  without  control  ? 

No ;  for  a  constant  watch  he  keeps 
On  ev'ry  thought  of  ev'ry  soul. 

If  I  could  find  some  cave  unknown, 
Where  human  feet  had  never  trod, 

Yet  there  I  could  not  be  alone, 

On  ev'iy  side  there  would  be  God. 


77)  HYMN    BOOK.  88 

He  smiles  in  heaven,  lie  frowns  in  hell ; 

He  fills  the  earth,  the  air,  the  sea ; 
I  must  within  his  presence  dwell, 

I  cannot  from  his  anger  flee. 

Yet  I  may  flee — he  shows  me  where — 
To  Jesus  Christ  he  bids  me  fly  ; 

And  while  I  seek  for  pardon  there, 
There's  only  mercy  in  his  eye. 

Hymns  for  Infant  MimU. 

88.     The  All-seeing  God. 

Almighty  God,  thy  piercing  eye 
Strikes  through  the  shades  of  night, 

And  our  most  secret  actions  lie 
All  open  to  thy  sight. 

There's  not  a  sin  that  we  commit, 
Nor  wicked  word  we  say, 

But  in  thy  dreadful  book  'tis  writ. 
Against  the  judgment  day. 

And  must  the  crimes  that  I  have  done 
Be  read  and  publish'd  there  : 

Be  all  expcs'd  before  the  sun, 
While  men  and  angels  hear  ? 


89  THE   child's  (78 

Lord,  at  thy  foot  asham'd  I  lie  ; 

Upward  I  dare  not  look  ; 
Pardon  my  sins  before  I  die, 

And  blot  them  from  thy  book. 

Remember  all  the  dying  pains 

That  my  Redeemer  felt, 
And  let  his  blood  wash  out  my  stains, 

And  answer  for  my  guilt. 

O  may  1  now  for  ever  fear 
To  indulge  a  sinful  thought ; 

Since  the  great  God  can  see  and  hear, 
And  writes  down  every  fault.     Watto 


89.     For  a  New  Heart. 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free, 
A  heart  redeem'd  by  that  rich  blood 

So  freely  shed  for  me ! 

A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne, 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 


79)  HYMN    BOOK.  90 

An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 

From  him  that  dwells  within. 

A  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  renew'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine, 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good,— 

A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine.     c.  wesiey 

90.    The  Ever-present  God. 

In  all  my  vast   concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 

The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 

And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 
Before  they're  form'd  within, 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 


91  THE    CHILD'S  (80 

O  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  ' 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  ev'ry  side. 

So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  soul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  sov'reign  love.     Watts 


91.     Lord,  remember  me. 
Soon  as  my  youthful  lips  can  speak 

Their  feeble  pray'r  to  thee, 

O  let  my  heart  thy  favor  seek  ; 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

In  all  life's  foil' wing  years,  my  tongue 
Tun'd  to  thy  praise  shall  be  ; 

And  this  th'  expressive  humble  song, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

From  ev'ry  sin  that  wounds  the  heart 

May  I  be  taught  to  flee ; 
Oh  !  bid  them  all  from  me  depart : 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 


81)  HYMN    BOOK.  92 

When,  with  life's  heavy  load  opprest, 

I  bend  the  trembling  knee, 
Then  give  my  suffering  spirit  rest. 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

O  !  let  me,  on  the  bed  of  death, 

Thy  great  salvation  see, 
And  cry,  with  my  expiring  breath. 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

d/£«     "Stiffer  little   Children  to  come 

unto  me." 

Lord,  before  thy  throne  we  stand, 

Once  again  thy  children  see  ; 
Smile  upon  the  youthful  band, 

Suffer  us  to  come  to  thee. 
.  Suffer  us  to  come  and  pray, 

Daily  do  we  stand  in  need, 
And  if  thou  should  st  turn  away, 

Lord,  we  should  be  poor  indeed  .' 
Suffer  us  to  come,  and  own 

How  unworthy  we  have  been, 
Since  we  look  to  thee  alone 
Fur  the  pardon  of  our  sin. 

( C'.ild's.  q 


93,   94  THE  child's  ( 

Suffer  us  to  come  and  praise, 

Condescend  to  hear  our  songs; 
All  we  have,  ten  thousand  ways, 

Comes  from  thee,  to  thee  belongs. 
While  we  here  have  life  and  breath, 

This  our  constant  prayer  should  be, 
This  our  latest  sigh  in  death — 

Suffer  us  to  come  to  thee.    EPi3.s.s.sei 

03.     Confession. 
My  sins  are  many,  like  the  stars, 

Or  sands  upon  the  shore  ; 
But  yet  the  mercies  of  my  God 

Are  infinitely  more. 
Manasseh,    Paul  and  Magdalen, 

Were  pardon'd  all  by  thee  ; 
I  read,  and  would  believe  it,  Lord, 

That  thou  canst  pardon  me. 

04t«      The   Commandments. 
One  God  I  must  worship  supreme, 

And  ne'er  before  images  bow ; 
I  must  not  speak  light  of  his  name, 
But  pay  to  him  every  vow. 


83)  HYMN    BOOK.  95 

I'm  bound  to  remember  with  care 

The  Sabbath,  so  hallow'd  and  pure ; 
To  honor  my  parents  so  dear, 

That  my  life  may  the  longer  endure. 
I  never  must  steal,  or  consent 

To  what  is  impure  or  untrue  ; 
I  must  not  indulge  discontent, 

Or  covet  my  neighbor  his  due. 
Now  help  me,  O  Father  in  heaven, 

To  keep  these  commandments  with  zeal, 
In  the  strength  that  through  Jesus  is  given 

To  those  who  are  doing  thy  will. 

Mother's  Nursery  Songs 

95.     Gratitude  for  the  Bible  and  learn- 
ing to  read. 
The  praises  of  my  tongue 

I  offer  to  the  Lord, 
That  I  was  taught  and  learn'd  so  young 

To  read  his  holy  word. 
Dear  Lord,  this  book  of  thine 

Informs  me  where  to  go 
For  grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin, 

'And  make  me  holy  too. 


96  THE    CHILD'S  (84 

O  may  thy  Spirit  teach 
And  make  my  heart  receive 

Those  truths  that  all  thy  servants  preach, 
And  all  thy  saints  believe. 

Then  shall  1  praise  the  Lord 

In  a  more  cheerful  strain, 
That  I  was  taught  to  read  his  word, 

And  have  not  learn'd  in  vain,    watts. 


96.     Use  of  the  Bible. 

Holy  Bible  !  book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure  !  thou  art  mine 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came ; 
Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I  am: 

Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 
Mine,  to  show  a  Savior's  love : 
Mine  art  thou,  to  guide  my  feet ; 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit : 

Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless  : 
Mine,  to  show,  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death  ! 


85)  HYMN    BOOK.  97 

Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom — 
O  thou  precious  book  divine ! 
Precious  treasure !  thou  art  mine. 


£$T.      The  Bible  a  Guide  to  the   Young. 

How  shall  the  jroung  secure  their  hearts 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 

Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 

And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light 

That  guides  us  all  the  day, 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night 

A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth  ; 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth 

And  well  support  our  age.     Watt3. 


98  THE    CHILD'S  (86 

08.     Examples  of  Early  Piety. 

What  bless'd  examples  do  I  find 

Writ  in  the  word  of  truth, 
Of  children  that  began  to  mind 

Religion  in  their  youth  ! 

Jesus,  who  reigns  above  the  sky, 

And  keeps  the  world  in  awe, 
Was  once  a  child  as  young  as  I, 

And  kept  his  Father's  law. 

Children  a  sweet  hosanna  sung, 
And  bless'd  their  Savior's  name  ; 

They  gave  him  honor  Math  their  tongue, 
While  scribes  and  priests  blaspheme. 

Samuel,  the  child,  was  wean'd  and  brought 

To  wait  upon  the  Lord  ; 
Young  Timothy  betimes  was  taught 

To  know  his  holy  word. 

Then  why  should  I  so  long  delay 
What  others  learn'd  so  soon  ? 

I  would  not  pass  another  day 
Without  this  work  begun.     Watta> 


87)  HYMN    EOOK.  99 

99.    My  Bible. 
My  Bible  !  'tis  a  book  divine, 
Where  heavenly  truth  and  mercy  shine, 
And  wisdom  speaks  in  every  line, 
And  speaks  to  me.. 

My  Bible  !  in  this  book  alone 
I  find  God's  hory  will  made  known  ; 
And  here  his  love  to  man  is  shown — 
His  love  to  me. 

My  Bible  !  here  with  joy  I  trace 
The  records  of  redeeming  grace  ; 
Glad  tidings  of  a  sinful  race  ; 

Good  news  to  me. 

My  Bible  !  here  it  is  I  read 
How  Jesus  did  for  sinners  bleed  ; 
O,  this  was  wondrous  love  indeed  ! 
Christ  bled  for  me. 

I  love  my  Bible  !  may  I  ne'er 
Consult  it  but  with  faith  and  prayer, 
That  I  may  see  my  Savior  there, 
Who  died  for  me  ! 

Child's  Coa» 


100  THE    CHILD  S  (88 

XOO.     Our  High  Priest  in  Heaven 

How  fair  was  Aaron  to  the  view 

When  in  his  splendid  garments  drest, 
He  wore  his  robe  of  heavenly  bine 
Above  his  long  and  snowy  vest. 

His  ephod  and  his  girdle  white 

Were  wrought  with  purple,  gold  and  red ; 

Upon  his  breast  shone  jewels  bright, 
A  costly  mitre  on  his  head. 

There  dwells  no  more  a  priest  on  earth, 
But  there  is  One  beyond  the  sky ; 

But  who  can  set  his  glories  forth, 
Or  can  with  him  in  beauty  vie  ? 

O  fairer  than  the  sons  of  men, 

O  fairest  of  the  hosts  above, 
What  tongue  can  tell,  what  eye  has  seen 

The  glories  of  the  God  of  love  ! 

O,  may  I  thy  bright  image  wear 

When  from  the  tomb  my  flesh  shall  rise, 

And  may  thy  form  divinely  fair 
For  ever  bless  my  longing  eyes  ! 

"  Line  upon  Line.' 


HYMN    BOOK.  101,    102 

XOl-     Heavenly   Wisdom. 
Now  if  the  Lord  should  say  to  me, 
"  What  gifts  shall  I  bestow  on  thee?" 
Should  I  like  Solomon  reply, 
"  O  give  me  wisdom  from  on  high  !" 

Yet  wisdom  is  the  only  thing 
That  real  happiness  can  bring, 
And  restless  must  my  heart  remain 
Until  this  wisdom  I  obtain. 

It  would  not  make  me  truly  wise 
To  know  the  stars  that  fill  the  skies, 
Or  all  the  fishes  in  the  seas, 
Or  beasts  and  birds,  or  flowers  and  trees. 

Wisdom  to  love  the  thing  that's  right, 
O  this  would  give  my  heart  delight ; 
This  wisdom,  then,  O  grant  to  me, 
That  I  may  ever  live  with  thee. 

"  Precept  upon  Precept' 

X02>     True  Happiness. 
Across  the  burning  plains  of  sand 
Came  Sheba's  queen  to  Canaan's  land, 
To  hear  king  Solomon  : 


103  THE    CHILD'S  (90 

And  when  she  heard  his  wisdom  iare, 
She  cried,  "  How  blest  thy  servants  are 
"  That  stand  around  tlry  throne  !" 

And  did  she  count  those  servants  blest  ? 
More  happy  we,  who  are  possest 

Of  God's  most  holy  word, 
For  we  can  read  what  Jesus  said, 
And  how  God  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 

To  be  our  living  God. 

But  O,  how  will  our  hearts  rejoice, 
When  we  shall  hear  our  Savior's  voice, 

And  see  him  face  to  face  ! 
For  then  much  better  shall  we  know 
Than  we  have  ever  known  below 

The  wonders  of  his  grace. 

'•  Precept  upon  Precept' 

X03.    For  a  fixed  Heart. 

O  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart, 
And  fix  my  frail,  inconstant  heart ; 
Henceforth  my  chief  desire  shall  be, 
To  dedicate  myself  to  thee  ' 
To  thee,  my  God,  to  thee ! 


91)  HYMN    BOOK  104 

Whate'er  pursuits  my  time  employ, 
One  thought  shall  fill  my  soul  with  joy ; 
That  silent,  secret  thought  shall  be, 
That  all  my  hopes  are  fix'd  on  thee — 

On  thee,  my  God,  on  thee  ! 
Renouncing  every  worldly  thing, 
Safe  in  the  shelter  of  thy  wing, 
My  sweetest  thought  henceforth  shall  be, 
That  all  I  want  I  find  in  thee — 

In  thee,  my  God,  in  thee  !     De  ia  R0Che. 

X04:,     The  Lord  our  Strength. 
By  whom  was  David  taught 
To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Goliath  fought, 
And  laid  the  Gittite  low  ? 
No  sword  nor  spear  the  stripling  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook  ! 
'Twas  Israel's  God  and  King 
Who  sent  him  to  the  fight ; 
Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 
And  skill  to  aim  aright. 
Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  endures, 
Because  young  David's  God  is  yours. 


105  THE    CHILD'S  (92 

Who  order'd  Gideon  forth 

To  storm  th'  invader's  camp, 
"With  arms  of  little  worth, 
A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known, 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown  ! 

O  may  we  see  the  day 

When,  with  a  single  word, 
God  helping  us  to  say, 
Our  trust  is  in  the  Lord, 
Our  souls  shall  quell  a  thousand  foes, 
Fearless  of  all  that  may  oppose.     CowPer 

105*     Miracles  of  Christ. 

Jesus,  and  didst  thou  condescend, 
When  veil'd  in  human  clay, 

To  heal  the  sick,  the  lame,  the  blind, 
And  drive  disease  away  ? 

Didst  thou  regard  the  beggar's  cry, 
And  give  the  blind  to  see  ? 

Jesus,  thou  son  of  David,  hear — 
Have  mercy  too  on  me ! 


3) 


HYMN    BOOK.  106 

And  didst  thou  pity  mortal  wo, 
And  sight  and  health  restore  1 

0  pity,  Lord,  and  save  my  soul, 
Which  needs  thy  mercy  more  ! 

Didst  thou  thy  trembling  servant  raise, 
When  sinking  in  the  wave  ? 

1  perish,  Lord  !— O,  save  my  soul ! 
For  thou  alone  canst  save. 

Christian  Psalmody 

106.     Atonement. 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise  ! 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears; 
Jesus,  the  sacrifice, 

In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  throne  he  ever  stands, 
And  lifts  for  me  his  bleeding  hands. 

To  God  I'm  reconcil'd — 
His  pardoning  voice  I  hear  ; 

He  owns  me  for  his  child  ; 
I  can  no  longer  fear. 

With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 

And  "Father,"  "Abba,  Father,"  cry. 

Methodist  Coll. 


107  THE    CHILD'S  C94 

107.     The  Holy  Scriptures. 

Great  God!  with  wonder  and  with  praise 

On  all  thy  works  I  look  ; 
But  still  thy  wisdom,  power  and  grace 

Shine  brightest  in  thy  book. 

Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid ; 

Here  my  best  comfort  lies  ; 
Here  my  desires  are  satisfied, 

And  here  my  hopes  arise. 

Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law, 
Show  what  my  faults  have  been, 

And  from  thy  Gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 

Here  would  I  learn  how  Christ  has  died 

To  save  my  soul  from  hell ; 
Not  all  the  books  on  earth  beside 

Such  heavenly  wonders  tell. 

Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more, 

•And  take  a  fresh  delight, 
By  day  to  read  these  wonders  o'er, 

And  meditate  by  night.     WaUa. 


95)  HYMN    BOOK.  108 

108.     Samuel. 
When  little  Samuel  woke 

And  heard  his  Maker's  voice, 
At  every  word  he  spoke, 

How  much  did  he  rejoice  ! 

0  blessed,  happy  child,  to  find 

The  God  of  heaven  so  near  and  kind. 

If  God  would  speak  to  me, 
And  say  he  was  my  friend, 

How  happy  should  I  be  ! 
O,  how  would  I  attend  ! 

The  smallest  sin  I  then  should  fear, 

If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 

And  does  he  never  speak  ? 

O  yes  !  for  in  his  word 
He  bids  me  come  and  seek 

The  God  whom  Samuel  heard  ; 
In  almost  every  page  I  see, 
The  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  me. 

And  I,  beneath  his  care, 
May  safely  rest  my  head  ; 

1  know  that  God  is  there, 

To  guard  my  humble  bed  : 


109,    110  THE    CHILD'S  (96 

And  every  sin  i  well  may  fear, 
Since  God  Almighty  is  so  near. 

Like  Samuel,  let  me  say, 
Whene'er  I  read  his  word, 

"  Speak,  Lord,  I  would  obey 
"The  voice  that  Samuel  heard  ;" 

And  when  I  in  thy  house  appear, 

Speak,  for  thy  servant  waits  to  hear. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minds 

109.     To-day. 
All  yesterday  is  gone  ! 

To-morrow's  not  our  own  ; 
O  sinner,  come,  without  delay, 

To  bow  before  the  throne. 

O  hear  his  voice  to-day, 

And  harden  not  your  heart ; 

To-morrow  with  a  frown  he  may 
Pronounce  the  word — Depart  ! 

Pratt's  CoL 

110»     Scripture   Characters. 
Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know, 
Stephen's  faith  and  spirit  show, 


97) 


HYMN    BOOK.  110 

Johrfs  divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal; 
Run  like  the  unwearied  Paul, 
Win  the  day  and  conquer  all- 
Mary's  love  may  I  possess, 
Lydia's  tender-heartedness, 
Peter's  ardent  spirit  feel, 
James's  faith  by  works  reveal ; 
Like  young  Timothy,  may  I 
Every  sinful  passion  fly. 

Job's  submission  may  I  show, 
David's  true  devotion  know  ; 
Samuel's  call  O  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share ; 
Let  Isaiah's  hallow'd  fire 
All  my  new-born  soul  inspire. 

Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  prayer, 
Gideon's  valiant  steadfast  care, 
Joseph's  purity  impart, 
Isaac's  meditating  heart, 
Abraham's  friendship  may  I  prove, 
Faithful  to  the  God  of  love. 


Ill  THE    CHILD'S  ge 

Most  of  all,  may  I  pursue 
That  example  Jesus  drew  ; 
By  my  life  and  conduct  show 
How  he  liv'd  and  walk'd  below; 
Day  by  day,  through  grace  restor'd, 
Imitate  my  blessed  Lord. 

HI,     Mary  at  the  Sepulchre. 
Mary  to  the  Savior's  tomb 

Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  : 
Spice  she  brought  and  sweet  perfume, 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone : 
For  awhile  she  lingering  stood, 

Fill'd  with  sorrow  and  surprise ; 
Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 

Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 
But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice : 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead; 

Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice  : 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ! 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away     Kewt^a 


))  HYMN    BOOK.  112,    113 

1X2«     The  Mountains  of  Palestine. 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 

Nor  Herman  with  its  dew, 
Nor  Carmel  with  its  sacrifice, 

Nor  Pis gah's  distant  view, 
Can  give  the  joy  of  Calvary, 
For  there  the  Savior  died  for  me. 
On  Tabor  he  appear'd  as  God ; 

On  Sinai  gave  his  law ; 
On  Olives  wept  o'er  Israel's  sons, 

For  he  the  future  saw  ; 
But  still  I  love  mount  Calvary, 
For  there  the  Savior  died  for  me. 

Lond.  S.  S.  Mag. 

3. IB.     Prayer  for  Sabbath  Morning 
Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  I  rejoice 

Thine  holy  day  to  see  ; 
May  I,  assisted  by  thy  grace, 

Begin  this  week  with  thee. 
I  go  this  day  to  hear  thy  word, 

To  sing,  to  pray,  and  praise  ; 
To  learn  of  thee,  my  gracious  Lord, 

Religion's  pleasant  ways. 


114  THE    CHILD'S  (H 

Oh  may  the  Holy  Spirit  bless 
These  sacred  means  of  grace, 

That  I  may  learn  thy  righteousness, 
And  seek  in  youth  thy  face. 

Creation  on  this  day  began, 
This  holy  morn  was  blest 

When  Christ,  who  died  for  sinful  man, 
Ascended  to  his  rest. 

There,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high. 
The  young  he  deigns  to  see ; 

He  hears  the  contrite  sinner's  sigh, 
And  stoops  to  notice  me. 

X14r«    Meditation  for  Sabbath  Mornim 

This  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose 

So  early  from  the  dead  ; 
Why  should  I  keep  my  eyelids  clos'd, 

And  waste  my  hours  in  bed  1 

This  is  the  day  when  Jesus  broke 
The  power  of  death  and  hell, 

And  shall  I  still  wear  Satan's  yoke, 
And  love  my  sins  so  well  ? 


101)  HYMN    BOOK.  115 

To-day  witli  pleasure  christians  meet 
To  pray  and  hear  thy  word  ; 

And  I  would  go,  with  cheerful  feet, 
To  learn  thy  will,  O  Lord. 

I'll  leave  the  world  to  read  and  pray, 
And  so  prepare  for  heaven  ; 

O  !  may  I  love  this  blessed  day, 
The  best  of  all  the  seven.     Watts. 


!_!*>•     Praise  for  the  Sabbath. 
Maker  of  the  Sabbath  day, 
Teach  us  how  to  praise  and  pray ; 
Thou  this  blessed  day  hast  given, 
To  prepare  our  souls  for  heaven. 

Giver  of  eternal  rest, 
Be  thy  glorious  Gospel  blest; 
Thou  alone  canst  change  the  heart, 
Thou  alone  canst  peace  impart. 

Ruler  of  the  earth  and  sky, 
Lord  of  all  below,  on  high  ; 
Make  the  young,  as  well  as  old, 
Sheep  of  thy  eternal  fold. 


116  THE    CHILD'S 


(102 


Friend  of  children,  hear  our  pray'r, 

Let  no  trifling  feelings  dare 

Steal  the  precious  hours  away 

Of  this  sacred  Sabbath  day.      Ep».  s.  s.  scj 

116.    Preparation  for  Devotion 
Lord,  help  us  as  we  pray, 

To  come  with  hearts  sincere, 
And  as  we  run  in  wisdom's  way, 
To  seek  thy  blessing  here. 

Lord,  help  us  as  we  sing, 
To  mean  the  words  we  use, 

And  not  to  mock  our  heavenly  King, 
And  all  his  love  abuse. 

Lord,  help  us  as  we  hear, 

To  treasure  up  thy  word, 
And  not  to-morrow  to  appear 

As  if  it  were  unheard. 

Lord,  help  us  while  we  live, 

Thy  servants  to  abide  ; 
The  aid  of  thy  good  Spirit  give ; 

In  mercy  be  our  guide. 


103) 


HYMN    BOOK.  117 

Lord,  help  us  when  we  die, 
To  reach  yon  heavenly  shore, 

That  we  with  angel  hosts  on  high 

May  praise  Thee  evermore.   Epis.  s.  s.  sei. 

11T.    Religious  Instruction. 
As  Mary  sat  at  Jesus'  feet 

To  learn  her  Maker's  will, 
We  in  the  Savior's  presence  meet 

And  hear  his  doctrine  still. 

O  for  that  meek  attentive  mind 
Which  happy  Mary  show'd, 

And  that  instruction  may  we  find 
That  was  on  her  bestow'd. 

Here  we  are  taught  the  sacred  word 

The  Savior  first  convey 'd, 
And  here  the  doctrines  we  have  heard 

Are  plain  and  easy  made. 

'Tis  here  we  learn  the  glorious  name 

Of  God,  who  reigns  above  ; 
And  while  we  read  of  sinners'  shame, 

Are  taught  the  Savior's  love. 


118  THE    CHILD'S  (104 

Lord  !  while  we  thank  thee  for  the  grace 

That  sends  this  happy  news, 
We  still  would  sit  in  Mary's  place, 

Her  better  part  to  choose. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minda 

118.     The  Sabbath. 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 
The  day  when  the  Savior  arose  ! 

'Tis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see, 
And  on  his  kind  bosom  repose. 

He  knows  I  am  weak  and  defil'd, 
My  life  is  but  empty  and  vain ; 

But  if  he  will  make  me  his  child 
I'll  never  forsake  him  again. 

This  day  he  invites  us  to  come  ; 

How  kindly  he  bids  us  draw  near ; 
He  offers  us  heav'n  for  our  home, 

And  wipes  ev'ry  penitent  tear. 

He  offers  to  pardon  our  sin 

And  keep  us  from  every  snare, 

To  sprinkle  and  cleanse  us  within, 
And  show  us  his  tenderest  care. 


105) 


HYMN    BOOK.        -  119 

I  cannot,  I  must  not  refuse ; 

His  goodness  has  conquer'd  my  heart ; 
The  Lord  for  my  portion  I  choose, 

And  bid  all  my  folly  depart.     jnvenfle  songs. 

119.     Attending  Public   Worship. 
When  to  the  house  of  God  we  go 

To  hear  his  word  and  sing  his  love, 
We  ought  to  worship  him  below 

As  saints  and  angels  do  above. 

For  God  is  present  everywhere, 

And  watches  all  our  thoughts  and  ways  ; 

He  sees  who  humbly  join  in  prayer, 
And  who  sincerely  sing  his  praise. 

And  he  the  triners  too  can  see, 
Who  only  seem  to  take  a  part ; 

They  move  the  lip  and  bend  the  knee, 
But  do  not  seek  him  with  the  heart. 

O  may  we  never  trifle  so, 

Nor  lose  the  days  our  God  has  given, 
But  learn,  by  Sabbaths  here  below, 

To  spend  eternity  in  heaven. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minds. 


120,    121  THE    CHILD'S  (106 

ISO.     For  the  Lord's  Day  Evening. 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 

A  whole  assembly  worship  thee  ! 

At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray  ; 

They  hear  of  heaven  and  learn  the  way. 

I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go, 

It  seems  a  heaven  begun  below  ; 

Not  all  my  pleasure  and  my  play 
'      Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

0  write  upon  my.  memory,  Lord, 
The  texts  and  doctrines  of  thy  word  ; 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before  ! 

With  thoughts  of  Christ  and  things  divine 
Fill  up  this  sinful  heart  of  mine  : 
That,  hoping  pardon  through  Lis  blood, 

1  may  lie  down,  and  wake  with  God.  Watt& 

IS 3..     The  everlasting   Sabbath. 
Soon  will  set  the  Sabbath  sun, 
Soon  the  sacred  day  be  gone  ; 
But  a  sweeter  rest  remains 
Where  the  glorious  Savior  reigns. 


1OT)  HYMN    BOOK.  122 

Pleasant  is  the  Sabbath  bell, 
Seeming  much  of  joy  to  tell ; 
But  a  music  sweeter  far 
Breathes  where  angel-spirits  are. 

Shall  we  ever  rise  to  dwell 
Where  immortal  praises  swell  ? 
And  can  children  ever  go 
Where  eternal  Sabbaths  glow? 

Yes,  that  rest  our  own  may  be, 
All  the  good  shall  Jesus  see  ; 
For  the  good  a  rest  remains 
Where  the  glorious  Savior  reigns. 

\%%.    How  sweet  the  Sabbath. 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of  rest, 
The  day  of  the  week  which  I  ought  to  love  best ; 
The  morning  my  Savior  arose  from  the  tomb, 
And  took  from  the  grave  all  its  terror  and  gloom. 

Then  let  us  be  thoughtful  and  prayerful  to-day, 

Nor  carelessly  trifle  this  season  away ; 

Rememb'ring  that  Sabbaths  were  graciously  given 

To  teach  us  to  seek,  and  prepare  us  for  heaven. 

S.  S.  Harp. 


123,    124  THE    child's  (10b 

123.     The  Sabbath  Bells. 

Call'd  by  the  Sabbath  bells  away 
To  seek  thy  holy  temple,  Lord, 

■I'll  go  with  willing  mind  to  pray, 

To  praise  thy  name  and  hear  thy  word. 

O  sacred  day  of  peace  and  joy, 
Thy  light  is  ever  dear  to  me  ; 

Ne'er  may  a  sinful  thought  destroy 
The  holy  calm  I  find  in  thee. 

Dear  are  thy  peaceful  hours  to  me, 
For  God  has  given  them  in  his  love, 

To  tell  how  calm,  how  blest  shall  be 
The  endless  day  of  heaven  above. 


lS4r«     Sabbath  Morning. 

Awake  !  awake  !  your  sleep  forsake, 

To  God  new  honors  pay  ; 
The  morning  sun  is  clear  and  bright, 
Then  haste  to  meet  its  sacred  light : 
With  songs  of  love,  praise  God  above  : 

It  is  the  Sabbath-day. 


109)  HYMN    BOOK.  125 

Before  the  morn,  before  the  dawn, 

The  blessed  Savior  rose  ; 
He  conquer'd  death,  and  left  the  grave, 
While  soft,  across  the  placid  wave, 
The  morning  star  shone  forth  afar — 

He  vanquished  all  his  foes. 

The  angels  bright,  from  worlds  of  light, 

To  greet  his  rising  came  ; 
The  Prince  of  Life  with  joy  they  view, 
While  heaven  its  glories  o'er  them  threw  ; 
Then  hasten'd  high  above  the  sky, 

Their  raptures  to  proclaim. 

Youth's  Penny  Gazette. 

125  •     Hymn  for  the  Lord's  Day. 

Thou  who  art  enthron'd  above, 
Thou  by  whom  we  live  and  move  ! 
O  how  sweet  with  joyful  tongue 
To  resound  thy  praise  in  song ! 
When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  sparkling  stars  arise, 
All  thy  favors  to  rehearse, 
And  give  thanks  in  grateful  verse. 


126  THE    CHILD'S  (HO 

Sweet  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
When  devotion  fills  the  breast, 
When  we  dwell  within  thy  house, 
Hear  thy  word  and  pay  our  vows  ; 
Notes  to  heaven's  high  mansion  raise, 
Fill  its  courts  with  joyful  praise ; 
With  repeated  hymns  proclaim 
Great  Jehovah's  awful  name. 

From  thy  works  our  joys  arise, 
O  thou  only  good  and  wise  ! 
Who  thy  wonders  can  declare  ? 
How  profound  thy  counsels  are  ! 
Warm  our  hearts  with  sacred  fire, 
Grateful  fervors  still  inspire  ; 
All  our  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
Ever  in  thy  praise  unite.    Sandy». 

1^6*     The  Sabbath  Day  and  Sabbath 
School. 
The  Sabbath  of  the  Lord, 

The  Sabbath  is  our  day  ; 
For  then  we  read  and  hear  his  word, 
And  learn  to  praise  and  pray. 


HI)  HYMN    BOOK.  127 

That  day  with  songs  we  bless, 

It  hath  the  light  of  seven, 
When  Christ,  the  Sun  of  righteousness, 

Shines  on  our  path  to  heaven. 
Ours  is  the  Sabbath -school ; 

Its  lessons  may  we  prize, 
And  grow  by  every  Gospel  rule 

Unto  salvation  wise. 
So  all  our  lives  below, 

In  wisdom's  pleasant  ways, 
The  fruits  of  Sabbath-schools  will  show, 

The  bliss  of  Sabbath-days. 
Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  send 

Prosperity  and  peace, 
Till  tasks  and  teachings  here  shall  end, 

Tongues  fail,  and  knowledge  cease : 
Then  heaven  itself  shall  be 

One  Sabbath-school  above, 
And  undisturb'd  eternity 

One  Sabbath-day  of  love.     j.  Montgomery. 

127.     For  a  Sabbath  School. 
Come  let  our  voices  join 
In  joyful  songs  of  praise  ; 


127  THE    CHILD'S  (112 

To  God,  the  God  of  love, 

Our  thankful  hearts  we'll  raise. 
To  God  alone  all  praise  belongs, 
Our  earliest  and  our  latest  songs. 

Now  we  are  taught  to  read 

The  book  of  life  divine, 
Where  our  Redeemer's  love 

And  brightest  glories  shine  : 
To  God  alone  all  praise  is  due, 
Who  sends  his  word  to  us  and  you. 

Within  these  hallow'd  walls 
Our  wandering  feet  are  brought, 

Where  prayer  and  praise  ascend, 
And  heavenly  truths  are  taught : 

To  God  alone  your  offerings  bring, 

Let  young  and  old  his  praises  sing. 

Lord,  let  this  work  of  love 
Be  crown'd  with  full  success  ! 

Let  thousands  yet  unborn 

Here  learn  thy  name  to  bless  ! 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  all  praise  to  thee  ! 

We'll  praise  thee  through  eternity- 


113)  HYMN    BOOK.  128,    129 

128.     For  a  SabbatJi  Sclwol. 
Within  these  walls  be  peace, 

Love  through  our  borders  found, 
In  all  our  little  palaces 
Prosperity  abound. 

God  scorns  not  humble  things  ; 

Here,  though  the  proud  despise, 
The  children  of  the  King  of  kings 

Are  training  for  the  skies. 

May  none,  who  thus  are  taught, 

From  glory  be  cast  down  ; 
But  all,  thro'  faith  and  patience,  brought 

To  an  immortal  CrOWn.       Montgomery. 

129.     Closing  School. 
For  a  season  calPd  to  part, 

Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 

Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 
Jesus,  hear  our  humble  pray'r, 

Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 

All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

Child's.  g 


130  THE    CHILD'S 


(114 


What  we  each  have  now  been  taught, 

Let  our  memories  retain  ; 
May  we,  if  we  live,  be  brought 

Here  to  meet  in  peace  again. 

Then,  if  thou  instruction  bless,     „ 
Songs  of  praises  shall  be  giv'n  ; 

"We'll  our  thankfulness  express 

Here  on  earth,  and  when  in  heav'n. 

Epia.  S.  S.  Sa 

X30«     Sabbath  School  Anniversary. 

From  year  to  year  in  love  we  meet ; 

From  year  to  year  in  peace  Ave  part ; 
The  tongues  of  children  uttering  sweet 

The  thrilling  joy  of  every  heart. 

But  time  rolls  on,  and  year  by  year 
We  change,  grow  up,  or  pass  away : 

Not  twice  the  same  assembly  here 
Have  hail'd  the  children's  festal  day. 

Death,  ere  another  year,  may  strike 
Some  in  our  number,  mark'd  to  fall ; 

Be  young  and  old  prepar'd  alike — 

The  warning  is  to  each,  to  all.    Montgt^et? 


115) 


HYMN    BOOK.  131,    132 

I  til.    A  mourning   Class. 

A  mourning  class,  a  vacant  seat, 
Tell  us  that  one  we  loved  to  meet 
Will  join  our  youthful  throng  no  more 
Till  all  these  changing  scenes  are  o'er. 

No  more  that  voice  we  lov'd  to  hear 
Shall  fill  the  teacher's  listening  ear ; 
No  more  its  tones  shall  join  to  swell 
The  songs  that  of  a  S  avior  tell. 

God  tells  us,  by  this  mournful  death, 
How  vain  and  fleeting  is  our  breath  ; 
And  bids  our  souls  prepare  to  meet 
The  trial  of  his  judgment-seat.     Toung  Choh 

13/2.    Hymn  for   Teachers. 

Thou  who  didst  with  love  and  blessing 

Gather  Zion's  babes  to  thee, 
Still  a  Savior's  love  expressing, 

These,  the  babes  of  Zion,  see  ; 
Bless  the  labors 

That  would  bring  them  up  for  thee. 


133  THE    CHILD'S  (116 

Let  no  self-applauding  feeling, 

Naught  of  praise  from  mortals  won, 

O'er  the  heart  infectious  stealing, 
Poison  what  our  hands  have  done  ; 

Raise  the  motives, 
Sink  the  pride  of  every  one. 

Here,  with  humble  fervor  bending, 
We  thy  blessing  would  entreat, 

On  the  youthful  heart  descending  ; 
Make  the  toils  of  learning  sweet ; 

Still  to  Zion 
Guide  the  young  disciple's  feet. 


133.     The  Lord's  Prayer. 

Our  Father  and  our  sov'reign  Lord, 
Enthron'd  in  heaven  above  ; 

Thy  name  be  hallow'd  and  ador'd, 
For  all  thy  name  is  love. 

Thy  kingdom  come  among  our  race  ; 

And  let  thy  will  be  done, 
As  in  high  heaven  thy  dwelling-place, 

By  all  beneath  the  sun. 


117)  HYMN    BOOK.  134 

Our  daily  bread  eacli  day  bestow, 
That  we  may  eat  and  live  : 

As  we  to  others  mercy  show, 
Do  thou  our  sins  forgive. 

O  keep  us  from  temptation's  hour  ; 

From  every  harm  defend  : 
Thine  is  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power, 

Thine  glory  without  end.      CbiId-8  Comp. 


134o    Family  Love. 

How  charming  and  pleasant  to  see 

A  family  dwelling  in  love, 
Where  brothers  and  sisters  agree, 

All  gentle  and  meek  as  a  dove. 

Should  ever  contention  arise, 
Yet  never  in  malice  they  live  ; 

While  love  is  the  spring  of  their  joys 
They  soon  will  forget  and  forgive.   • 

Then  O  how  displeasing  the  sight, 
When  children,  with  anger  and  rage, 

Like  tigers  will  quarrel  and  fight, 
And  none  can  their  anger  assuage. 


1'35,    136  THE    CHILD'S  (118 

But  blest  is  the  peaceable  heart 
Where  Jesus  will  make  his  abode, 

Will  more  of  his  likeness  impart, 
And  finally  bring  it  to  God. 

13<5.     Before  reading  the  Scriptures. 
Open,  Lord,  our  understanding 

To  receive  thy  holy  word  ; 
May  thy  heavenly  grace  descending, 
Inward  light  to  us  afford. 

Heavenly  teacher ! 
May  our  minds  with  truth  be  stored. 
If  thy  Spirit  do  not  teach  us, 

Drawing  darkness  from  the  heart, 
Vainly  teachers  strive  to  aid  us, 
Thou  alone  the  Teacher  art. 

Heavenly  Father ! 
Thou  canst  light  and  truth  impart. 

136.    Morning  Hymn. 
Dark  night  away  hath  roll'd, 

Glad  birds  are  soaring  high, 
The  sun  with  rays  of  gold 

Looks  from  the  dazzling  sky. 


119)  HYMN    BOOK.  137 

Teach  me  to  thank  the  power 
Whose  hand  sustains  us  all, 

Who  on  each  fragrant  flower 
Bids  dews  of  mercy  fall. 

O  raise  my  heart  above, 

Where  heavenly  hosts  adore  ; 

I'll  praise  thee  for  thy  love, 
And  count  thy  mercies  o'er. 


J_3T»      Evening   Worship  of  a  family. 
O  Lord,  another  day  is  flown, 

And  we,  a  lonely  band, 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 

To  bless  thy  fost'ring  hand. 

And  wilt  thou  bend  a  list'ning  ear 

To  praises  low  as  ours  ? 
Thou  wilt — for  thou  dost  love  to  hear 

The  song  which  meekness  pours. 

And,  Jesus,  thou  thy  smiles  wilt  deign, 

As  we  before  thee  pray, 
For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 

And  we  are  weak  as  they. 


138,    139  THE   child's  (120 

And  thou  wilt  turn  our  wandering  feet 

And  bless  us  on  our  way, 
Till  worlds  shall  fade  and  faith  shall  greet 

The  dawn  of  lasting  day.     H.  k.  white. 

13§«     Morning  and  Eveni?ig  Hymn. 
My  God !  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new, 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 

Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 
Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ! 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light 

And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 
I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command, 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 

Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise.   w,tts 

130*     Birth-day  Hymn. 
My  years  roll  on,  and  still  I  glide, 
In  hope  of  safety,  down  the  tide  : 
Awake,  my  soul !   awake  and  sing, 
How  good  thy  God,  how  great  thy  King ! 


121)  HYMN    BOOK.  140 

My  years  roll  on  !  the  stream  of  time 
Bears  me  through  many  a  changing  clim^; 
I've  summers,  winters,  heat  and  cold, 
And  joys  and  sorrows,  often  told. 

My  years  roll  on  !  then  let  me  know 
The  great  design  for  which  they  flow ; 
And  as  my  bark  floats  o'er  the  wave, 
Thy  child,  O  Lord,  in  mercy  save ! 

My  years  roll  on  !  and  as  they  roll, 
O  may  they  waft  my  ransom'd  soul 
Safe  through  life's  ocean,  to  yon  shore 
Where  sins  and  sorrows  grieve  no  more. 

Legh  Richmoixi. 

1.40.     The  Parent— for  his   Child. 

My  child,  I  fain  would  have  thee  know 

The  God  whom  angels  love, 
And  live  a  life  on  earth  below 

Akin  to  theirs  above. 

O  when  thy  lisping  tongue  shall  read 

Of  truths  divinely  sweet, 
May'st  thou,  a  little  child  indeed, 

Sit  down  at  Jesus'  feet. 


141  THE    CHILD'S  (122 

'Tis  mine  to  move  the  ear,  the  eye, — 

But  ah  !  the  inward  part, — 
O  heav'nly  Spirit !  mark  the  sigh 

That  trembles  through  my  heart: 

Break  with  the  power  of  grace  divine 

The  reign  of  passions  wild  ; 
On  this  dark  heart  in  mercy  shine, 

And  sanctify  my  child. 

X41.  Obedience  to  Parents  and  Teachers 

Let  children  that  would  fear  the  Lord, 
Hear  what  their  teachers  say  ; 

With  rev'rence  meet  their  parent's  word, 
And  with  delight  obey. 

Judgments  that  fill  the  soul  with  awe, 

Are  written  by  the  Lord, 
For  him  that  breaks  his  father's  law, 

Or  mocks  his  mother's  word. 

But  those  who  worship  God  and  give 

Their  parents  honor  due, 
The  blessings  of  this  life  receive, 

And  life  hereafter  too.      warn 


123;  HYMN    BOOK.  142,    143 

142  •     Meeting  for   Charity. 

,      Little  rain-drops  feed  the  rill, 

Rills  to  meet  the  brooklet  glide, 
Brooks  the  broader  rivers  fill, 

Rivers  swell  the  ocean's  tide  : 
Ocean  that  with  solemn  note 

Proudly  rears  a  foaming  crest, 
While  the  mightiest  navies  float 

Lightly  o'er  its  billowy  breast. 
So  the  dew-drops  gather'd  here, 

Mites  from  willing  childhood's  hand, 
Shall  those  streams  of  bount}'  cheer 

That  with  greenness  clothe  the  land  ; 
With  that  sea  of  love  shall  blend 

Which  the  Gospel's  grace  doth  pour, 
And  the  name  of  Jesus  send 

E'en  to  earth's  remotest  shore. 

Sigourney. 

143.     Spring. 
Hark  !  how  the  feather' d  warblers  sing ! 

'Tis  nature's  cheerful  voice  ; 
Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 

And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 


144  THE    CHILD'S  (124 

Then  let  my  wond'ring  heart  confess, 

With  gratitude  and  love, 
The  bounteous  hand  that  deigns  to  bless 

The  garden,  field  and  grove. 

O  God  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart, 

And  bid  sweet  meditation  trace 

Spring  blooming  in  my  heart.    Staeie. 

144r#     (The  same  subject.) 

Pleasing  spring  again  is  here  ! 
Trees  and  fields  in  bloom  appear. 
Hark  !  the  birds,  with  artless  lays, 
Warble  their  Creator's  praise. 

Lord,  afford  a  spring  to  me  ! 
Let  me  feel  like  what  I  see. 
Ah  !  my  winter  has  been  long, 
Chill'd  my  hopes,  suppress'd  my  song. 

How  the  soul  in  winter  mourns, 
Till  the  Lord,  the  Sun,  returns ! 
Till  the  Spirit's  gentle  rain 
Bids  the  heart  revive  again ! 


125) 


HYMN    BOOK.  145 

O  beloved  Savior,  haste  !' 

Tell  me  all  the  storms  are  past ; 

Speak,  and  by  thy  gracious  voice 

Make  my  drooping  soul  rejoice.    young  Choir. 

145  •    National  Blessings. 

To  thee,  our  Father  and  our  Friend, 
Our  hymns  of  praise  shall  rise  : 

O  from  the  heavenly  courts  descend 
And  bless  the  sacrifice  ! 

While  through  our  land  fair  freedom's  song 

Our  fathers  raise  to  thee, 
Our  accents  shall  the  notes  prolong, 

For  we,  their  sons,  are  free! 

The  past  with  blessings  from  thy  hand 

Was  richly  scatter'd  o'er, 
As  num'rous  as  the  countless  sand 

That  spreads  the  ocean  shore. 

O  may  the  future  be  as  bright, 

Nor  be  thy  favors  less, 
Resplendent  with  the  glorious  light 

Of  peace  and  happiness. 


146  THE    CHILD'S  (126 

On  earth  prepare  us  for  the  skies ; 

And  when  our  life  is  o'er, 
Let  us  to  purer  mansions  rise, 

And  praise  thee  evermore.      Young  Chn:r. 


146.     Recovery  from  Sichiess. 

My  God,  thy  sen-ice  well  demands 

The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renew'd 

But  to  renew  thy  praise  ? 

Thine  arms  of  everlasting  love 
Did  this  weak  frame  sustain, 

When  health  and  life  both  ebb'd  apace 
From  ev'ry  sinking  vein. 

Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave 

At  thy  command  I  come  : 
Now  would  I  urge  a  speedier  flight 

To  my  celestial  home. 

Where  thou  appointest  ray  abode, 
There  would  I  choose  to  be  : 

For,  in  thy  presence,  death  is  life, 
And  earth  is  heaven,  with  thee. 


127)  HYMN    BOOK.  147,    148 

\4cK •     The  value  of  Time. 
If  idly  spent,  no  art  or  care 

Time's  blessing  can  restore  ; 
And  God  requires  a  strict  account 

For  ev'ry  misspent  hour. 
Short  is  our  longest  day  of  life, 

And  soon  the  prospect  ends, 
Yet  on  that  day's  uncertain  date 

E  ternity  depends.     Poems  for  the  Young. 

148.     Uncertainty  of  Life. 
To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine, 

Lodg'd  in  thy  sov'reign  hand ; 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 

It  shines  by  thy  command. 
The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away ; 
O  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 

That  they  may  live  to-day. 
One  thing  demands  our  care, 

O  be  it  still  pursued  ! 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 

Should  never  be  reneAv'd. 


149  THE    CHILD'S  (128 

To  Jesus  may  we  fly 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 

Lest  life's  young  golden  beams  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night.    Doddridge. 


149.      Upon  Life. 

Lord,  what  is  life  ? — 'Tis  like  a  flower 
That  blossoms  and  is  gone  : 

We  see  it  flourish  for  an  hour, 
With  all  its  beauty  on  ; 

But  death  comes  like  a  wintry  day, 

And  cuts  the  pretty  flower  away. 

Lord,  what  is  life  ? — 'Tis  like  the  bow 

That  glistens  in  the  sky  : 
We  love  to  see  its  colors  glow, 

But  while  we  look  they  die  : 
Life  fails  as  soon  ;  to-day  'tis  here  ; 
To-night,  perhaps,  'twill  disappear. 

Six  thousand  years  are  pass'd  away 

Since  life  began  at  first, 
And  millions,  once  alive  and  gay, 

Are  dead,  and  in  the  dust ; 


129)  HYMN    BOOK.  150 

For  life,  in  all  its  health  and  pride, 
Has  death  still  waiting  at  its  side. 

Lord,  what  is  life  ? — If  spent  with  thee 
In  duty,  praise  and  prayer, 

However  long  or  short  it  be, 
We  need  but  little  care  ; 

Because  eternity  will  last 

When  life,  and  even  death  are  past. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Mind*. 

X50.     Time  is  Flying. 

How  long  sometimes  a  day  appears ! 

And  weeks,  how  long  are  they  ! 
Months  move  along  as  if  the  years 

Would  never  pass  away. 

But  months  and  years  are  passing  by, 

And  soon  must  all  be  gone  ; 
For  day  by  day,  as  minutes  fly, 

Eternity  comes  on. 

Days,  months  and  years  must  have  an  end ; 

Eternity  has  none ; 
'Twill  always*  have  as  long  to  spend 

As  when  it  first  begun. 

ChUd's.  9 


151  THE    CHILD'S  (]30 

Great  God,  an  infant  cannot  tell 

How  such  a  thing  can  be  ; 
I  only  pray  that  I  may  dwell 

That  long,  long  time  with  thee. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minds 

15  I.     The  Swiftness  of  Time. 

Swift  as  the  winged  arrow  flies, 

My  time  is  hast'ning  on ; 
Quick  as  the  lightning  from  the  skies, 

My  wasting  moments  run. 

My  follies  past,  O  God,  forgive  ; 

My  ev'ry  sin  subdue  ; 
And  teach  me  henceforth  how  to  live, 

With  glory  full  in  view. 

Thanks,  Lord,  to  thine  unbounded  grace. 

That,  in  my  early  youth, 
I  have  been  taught  to  seek  thy  face 

And  know  the  way  of  truth. 

O  !  let  thy  Spirit  lead  me  still 

Along  the  happy  road  ; 
Conform  me  to  thy  holy  will, 

My  Father  and  my  God. 


131) 


HYMN    BOOK.  152,    153 

15£.     The  tolling  Bell. 
Oft  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll, 
Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul, 
Let  each  one  ask  himself,  "  Am  I 
"Prepar'd,  should  I  be  call'd  to  die  ?" 
Lord  Jesus !  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  place  my  hope  alone  in  thee; 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  Spirit  give, 
Subdue  my  sin,  and  let  me  live. 
Then  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  sav'd  from  guilt  I  need  not  fear : 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing  be — 
"  Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me!" 
Rather  my  spirit  would  rejoice, 
And  long  and  wish  to  hear  thy  voice, 
Glad  when  it  bids  me  earth  resign, 
Secure  of  heaven,  if  thou  art  mine. 

Newtoa 

15  3o     Eternity. 
The  sun  that  lights  the  world  shall  fade, 

The  stars  shall  pass  away  ; 
And  I,  a  child,  immortal  made, 

Shall  witness  their  decay. 


154  THE    CHILD'S  (  132 

Yes,  I  shall  live  when  they  are  dead, 
Though  now  so  bright  they  shine  ; 

When  earth  and  all  it  holds  have  fled, 
Eternity  is  mine. 

For  I  can  never,  never  die, 

While  God  himself  remains ; 
But  I  must  live  in  heaven  on  high, 

Or  where  deep  darkness  reigns. 

If  heaven  and  hell  ne'er  pass  away, 

To  Christ,  O  let  me  flee  ; 
If  pain  be  hard  for  one  short  day, 

What  must  for  ever  be  ! 

X54.     Meditation  on  Death. 
Why  should  I  say,  "  'Tis  yet  too  soon 

"  To  seek  for  heaven,  or  think  of  death  ?" 
A  flow'r  may  fade  before  'tis  noon, 

And  I  this  day  may  lose  my  breath. 

If  this  rebellious  heart  of  mine 

Despise  the  gracious  calls  of  heaven, 

I  may  be  harden'd  in  my  sin, 

And  never  have  repentance  given. 


133)  HYMN    BOOK.  155 

What  if  Jehovah's  anger  burn 
While  I  refuse  his  offer'd  grace, 

And  all  his  love  to  fury  turn, 

And  strike  me  dead  upon  the  place ! 

'Tis  dang'rous  to  offend  a  God 

Whose  power  and  vengeance  none  can  tell : 
One  stroke  of  his  almighty  rod 

Would  send  young  sinners  quick  to  hell. 

Then  'twould  for  ever  be  in  vain 
To  cry  for  pardon  and  for  grace, 

To  wish  I  had  my  time  again, 

Or  hope  to  see  my  Maker's  face.   Watt9. 

155  a    Death  of  a  young  person. 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 

Which  pity  must  demand. 

While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
Oh  may  this  truth,  impress'd 

With  awful  power,  "  I  too  must  die," 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 


156  THE    CHILD'S  (134 

The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  ev'ry  heart  obey  ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain 

Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

Oh  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save  ; 

Then  shall  our  souls  ascend  on  high 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave.   Steele. 

X56.     Heaven  and  Hell. 

There  is  beyond  the  sky 

A  heaven  of  joy  and  love, 
And  holy  children,  when  they  die, 

Go  to  that  world  above. 

There  is  a  dreadful  hell 

And  everlasting  pains, 
Where  sinners  must  with  devils  dwell 

In  darkness,  fire  and  chains. 

Can  such  a  wretch  as  I 
Escape  this  dreadful  end  ? 

And  may  I  hope,  whene'er  I  die, 
I  shall  to  heaven  ascend  ? 


135) 


HYMN    BOOK.  157 

Then  I  for  grace  will  pray 
While  I  have  life  and  breath, 

Lest  I  should  be  cut  ofF  to-day 
And  sent  to  endless  death.     Watu. 


!!«ST»      Solemn    thoughts    on    God    and 
Death. 
There  is  a  God  that  reigns  above, 

The  Lord  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas; 
I  fear  his  wrath,  I  ask  his  love, 

And  with  my  lips  I  sing  his  praise. 
There  is  a  law  which  he  has  writ 

To  teach  us  all  what  we  must  do  ; 
My  soul,  to  his  commands  submit, 

For  they  are  holy,  just  and  true. 
There  is  a  Gospel  rich  in  grace, 

Whence  sinners  all  their  comforts  draw  : 
Lord,  I  repent  and  seek  thy  face, 

For  I  have  often  broke  thy  law. 
There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 

Nor  can  I  tell  how  soon  'twill  come  ; 
For  children  younger  far  than  I 

Are  call'd  by  death  to  hear  their  doom. 


158  THE    CHILD'S.  03G 

Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have, 
Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled  ; 

There's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 
Nor  pardon  offer'd  to  the  dead.        *•**■ 

158*    Who  will  enter  Heaven. 
O  who  are  they  that  venture  near 

The  throne  of  God  to  see  ? 
Ten  thousand  happy  ones,  who  here 

Were  children  such  as  we. 

Their  infant  spirits  stay'd  awhile 
With  tender  friends  below  ; 

But  death  came  early  with  a  smile, 
And  glad  they  were  to  go. 

Their  sins  the  Savior  wash'd  away, 
He  made  them  white  and  clean ; 

They  lov'd  his  word,  they  lov'd  his  day, 
They  lov'd  him  though  unseen. 

O  may  we  travel  as  they  trod 
The  path  that  leads  to  heaven, 

And  seek  forgiveness  from  that  God 
Who  hath  their  sins  forgiven. 


i 


•37) 


HYMN    BOOK.  159 

159.     "To  die  is  gain" 
Oh  let  me  die  ;  for  death  "  is  gain," 
And  life  is  loss,  and  sin  is  pain  ; 
And  heaven  is  pure,  and  praise  is  sweet, 
And  bliss  is  found  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
And  time's  a  shadow — let  me  die, 
And  "  rise  to  immortality." 

I  would  not  here  for  ever  stay, 
Ling'ring  the  mournful  hours  away, 
With  scarce  a  friend,  save  one  above — 
The  sinner's  friend,  whose  name  is  love  : 
Fain  would  my  soul  his  glory  see 
Who  lived,  and  loved,  and  died  for  me. 

Let  me  depart — 'tis  "  better  far  " 

To  dwell  where  happy  spirits  are  ; 

To  feel  that  foes  no  more  can  harm, 

Nor  sin  prevail,  nor  fears  alarm, 

Nor  sorrow  come  with  weeping  eye ; 

Death  is  "  far  better  " — let  me  die. 

routk's  Mag. 


160  THE    CHILD'S  <138 

160.    Judgment. 

And  am  I  born  to  die  ? 

To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 

Into  a  world  unknown  1 

Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 
I  from  the  grave  must  rise, 

And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'd, 
And  see  the  flaming  skies. 

I  must  from  God  be  driven, 
Or  with  my  Savior  dwell ; 

Must  come  at  his  command  to  heaven, 
Or  else  depart  to  hell. 

O  thou  that  would'st  not  have 

One  wretched  sinner  die, 
Who  diedst  thyself  my  soul  to  save 

From  endless  misery ; 

Show  me  the  way  to  shun 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe  ; 

That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne 
I  may  with  joy  appear. 

Lutheran  Collection. 


139)  HYMN    BOOK.  161,    162 

1CJX.     Watch  and  Pray. 
Go  watch  and  pray,  thou  canst  not  tell 

How  near  thine  hour  may  be  ; 
Thou  canst  not  know  how  soon  the  bell 

May  toll  its  notes  for  thee  : 
Death's  countless  snares  beset  thy  way ; 
Frail  child  of  dust !  go  watch  and  pray. 

Fond  youth,  while  free  from  blighting  care, 
Does  thy  firm  pulse  beat  high  ? 

Do  hope's  glad  visions,  bright  and  fair, 
Dilate  before  thine  eye  ? 

Soon  these  must  change,  must  pass  away ; 

Frail  child  of  dust!  go  watch  and  pray. 

Spiritual  Song3. 

1.62*     Children  at  the  Gate  of  Heaven. 
Little  travellers  Z  ion  ward, 

Each  one  entering  into  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest : 
There,  to  welcome,  Jesus  waits, 

Gives  the  crowns  his  followers  win. 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates! 

Let  the  little  travellers  in! 


163  THE    CHILD'S  (140 

"Who  are  they,  whose  little  feet, 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 
Now  have  reach'd  that  heavenly  seat 

They  had  ever  kept  in  view  ? 
"  I  from  Greenland's  frozen  strand  ;" 

"  I  from  India's  sultry  plain  ;" 
"  I  from  Afric's  barren  sand  ;" 

"  I  from  islands  of  the  main." 

"  All  our  earthly  journey  past, 

44  Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
"  Here  together  met  at  last, 

"  At  the  portal  of  the  sky, 
44  Each  the  welcome  '  come  '  awaits, 

44  Conquerors  over  death  and  sin." 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates  ! 

Let  the  little  travellers  in!    Jame3 Edmeston. 


163*     Souls  of  Children. 

Millions  of  children  live  and  die, 

Whose  names  the  world  shall  never  hear ; 
On  with  the  busy  crowd  they  ply 

Their  humble  toils  from  year  to  year ; 


141) 


HYMN    BOOK.  163 

And  when  the  busy  crowd  shall  go 
To  rest,  their  quiet  graves  within, 

How  few  their  dying  days  shall  know ! 
How  few  remember  they  have  been ! 

Kings  do  not  miss  them,  nor  the  great, 

For  others  rise  their  ranks  to  fill ; 
But  yet  upon  their  low  estate 

One  gracious  eye  is  resting  still — 
One  gracious  eye  is  resting  now, 

Though  lost  amid  the  living  throngs, 
The  King  of  glory  deigns  to  bow, 

Well  pie  as' d  to  listen  to  their  songs. 

A.  human  soul !  how  great  the  worth ! . 

The  price  what  mine  of  gold  shall  pay! 
Poor  should  we  be  to  gain  the  earth 

And  give  one  human  soul  away  ! 
For  this  the  Savior  left  his  throne, 

The  costly  price  he  knew,  and  paid  ; 
And  he  the  youngest  child  will  own 

Who  feels  its  worth  and  seeks  his  aid. 

O  Savior  !  make  our  hearts  sincere, 
While  thus  upon  thy  name  we  call. 


164  THE    CHILD'S  (142 

And  pray  for  grace  to  serve  thee  here, 

And  then  for  glory  after  all. 
Thou  knowest,  Lord,  what  heaven  must  be, 

And  what  the  pangs  of  endless  pain  ; 
Our  helpless  souls  look  up  to  thee, 

That  hell  to  shun — that  heaven  to  gain 

Mrs.  Gilbert 

164r.     Success  of  the  Gospel. 
The  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  darkness  disappears  ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears  ; 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepar'd  for  Zion's  war. 
Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us 

In  many  a  gentle  shower, 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour ; 
Each  prayer  that's  upward  flowing 

Abundant  answers  brings, 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 


143)  HYMN    BOOK.  165 

See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above  ; 
While  sinners  now  confessing, 

The  Gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Savior's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thy  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  fulness  stay — 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim  the  Lord  has  come. 

Revival  Melodies 

X65.     "Come  over  and  Help  us" 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  lamentations 
Rolling  sadly  through  the  sky  ? 

'Tis  the  cry  of  heathen  nations — 
"  Come  and  help  us,  or  we  die  !" 


166  THE    CHILD'S  (144 

Hear  the  heathens'  sad  complaining, 
Christians,  hear  their  dying  cry  ! 

And  the  love  of  Christ  constraining, 

Join  to  help  them,  ere  they  die  !     cawood. 


X66.     The  Gospel  Triumphant. 
When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along ; 
When  hill  and  valley  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song, 

Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 
And  him  who  once  was  slain, 

Again  to  earth  descended, 
In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

Then  from  the  lofty  mountains 
The  sacred  shout  shall  fly. 

And  shady  vales  and  fountains 
Shall  echo  the  reply : 

High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 

All  hallelujah  swelling 
In  one  eternal  sound. 


145)  HYMN    BOOK.  167 

Then  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along, 
And  all  the  earth  be  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song.       Edmeeton. 


167.     Darkness  in  Palestine. 

Night  wraps  the  land  where  Jesus  spoke, 
No  guiding  star  the  wise  men  see  ; 

And  heavy  is  oppression's  yoke 

Where  first  the  Gospel  said,  be  free. 

And  where  the  harps  of  angels  bore 

Heaven's  message  to  the  shepherd  throa®-, 

Good  will  and  peace    are  heard  no  more 
To  murmur  Bethlehem's  vales  along. 

Send  forth,  send  forth  the  glorious  light 
That  from  eternal  wo  doth  save, 

And  bid  Christ's  heralds  speed  their  flight, 
Ere  millions  find  a  hopeless  grave. 

Behold  the  knee  of  childhood  bends 
In  prayer  for  that  benighted  land, 

And  with  its  Sabbath  lesson  blends 
Fond  memory  of  the  mission  band. 

Child's.  10 


1G8  THE    CHILD'S  (146 

With  pitying  zeal,  oe'r  ocean's  wave 
"We  reach,  the  helpless  hand  to  take  ; 

O  may  we  but  one  wanderer  save  ! 
We  ask  it  for  a  Savior's  sake. 

Sigouruey. 

X68.     Missionary. 

Now  we  hail  the  happy  dawning 

Of  the  Gospel's  glorious  light ; 

May  it  take  the  wings  of  morning 

And  dispel  the  shades  of  night : 

Blessed  Savior, 
Let  our  eyes  behold  the  sight. 
Where,  amid  the  desert  dreary, 

Plant,  nor  shrub,  nor  flow'ret  grows, 
There  refresh  the  wanderer  weary, 
With  the  sight  of  Sharon's  rose  ; 

And  its  beauties 
To  the  longing  eye  disclose. 
Oh,  let  all  the  world  adore  thee — 

Universal  be  thy  fame  ; 
Kings  and  subjects  fall  before  thee, 
And  extol  thy  matchless  name  ; 

All  ascribing 
Endless  praises  to  the  Lamb. 


147)  HYMN    BOOK.  169,    170 

169*     Jubilee. 
*  Wake  the  song  of  jubilee, 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea ! 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Jesus  reigns  for  evermore. 

Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice  ; 
Now  the  whole  creation  sings, 
Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings  !     Bacon. 

170.     The   Gospel  Banner. 
Now  be  the  Gospel  banner 

In  every  land  unfurl'd  ; 
And  be  the  shout  hosanna 

Re-echo'd  thro'  the  world  : 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 
Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings ! 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransom'd  captive  sings  : 


171  THE    CHILD'S  (148 

The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 
The  deserts  learn  thy  praise,    * 

The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 
The  song  responsive  raise. 


17JL.     Departure  of  a  Missionary. 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean, 

And  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below. 

Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 
Safe  to  the  destin'd  shore, 

That  man  may  sit  in  darkness 
And  death's  dark  shade  no  more. 

O  thou,  eternal  Ruler, 

Who  boldest  in  thine  arm 

The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 
Protect  them  from  all  harm. 

O  be  thy  presence  with  them 

Wherever  they  may  be ; 
Though  far  from  us  who  love  them, 

O  be  they  still  with  thee  !      Edmeswa. 


149) 


FOR    YOUNG    CHILDREN.        172,    173 


FOR  YOUNG   CHILDREN. 


I .T/5«     On  awak'mg  in  the  Morning. 

Now  I  awake  and  see  the  light, 
'Tis  God  who  kept  me  through  the  night 
To  him  I  lift  my  voice  and  pray- 
That  he  will  keep  me  through  the  day. 
And  when  my  work  on  earth  is  done, 
O  God,  accept  me,  through  thy  Son. 


IT B«     For   a    Young    Child. 

Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray, 
And  O  accept  my  prayer  ! 

Thou  nearest  all  the  words  I  say, 
For  thou  art  everywhere. 

A  little  sparrow  cannot  fall 
Unnoticed,  Lord,  by  thee  ; 

And  though  I  am  so  young  and  small, 
Thou  carest  still  for  me. 


174,  175        child's  hymn  book.  (150 

Teach  me  to  do  whate'er  is  right, 

And  when  I  sin,  forgive  ; 
And  make  it  still  my  chief  delight 

To  love  thee  while  I  live. 

174:.   Asking  Direction. 
Jesus,  let  a  little  child 

Humbly  at  thy  footstool  pray ; 
Thou  who  art  so  meek  and  mild, 

Stoop  and  teach  me  what  to  say. 
Show  me  what  I  ought  to  be, 

Make  me  every  evil  shun  ; 
Ever  may  I  look  to  thee, 

Ever  in  thy  footsteps  run. 
Jesus,  all  my  sins  forgive, 

Make  me  lowly,  pure  in  heart ; 
For  thy  glory  may  I  live, 

And  at  death  go  where  thou  art. 

17«5»    Blessing  on   Instruction. 
Holy  Jesus,  lo,  I  stand, 
Thankful  for  thy  kind  command, 
That  the  young  and  weak  should  be 
Fed  and  nurtur'd,  Lord,  for  thee. 


151) 


FOR    YOUNG    CHILDREN.  176 

Blessings,  Lord,  vouchsafe  to  give 
On  the  teaching  I  receive; 
Let  me  be  a  child  of  thine, 
Sweetly  led  by  love  divine. 

Lamb  of  God,  thy  love  impart, 
Guide  by  love  my  erring  heart ; 
So  may  I  submissive  prove, 
"Willing  to  be  ruled  by  love. 

Holy  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Kindly  me  in  safety  keep  ; 
Make  me  truly  meek  and  mild, 
All  my  days  a  little  child. 

1T6«    How  to  Pray  aright. 

I  often  say  my  prayers, 

But  do  I  ever  pray  ? 
Or  do  the  wishes  of  my  heart 

Suggest  the  words  I  say? 

'Tis  useless  to  implore 

Unless  I  feel  my  need — 
Unless  'tis  from  a  sense  of  want 

That  all  my  prayers  proceed. 


177  CHILD'S    HYMN    BOOK.  (152 

Lord,  teach  me  what  I  want, 
And  teach  me  how  to  pray  ; 

Nor  let  me  e'er  implore  thy  grace 
Not  feeling  what  I  say. 

Cottager's  Visiter- 

XT 7.     Morning  Hymn. 

Through  thy  protecting  care, 

Kept  till  the  dawning, 
Taught  to  draw  near  in  prayer, 

Heed  we  the  warning  : 
O  thou  great  One  in  Three, 
Gladly  our  souls  would  be 
Evermore  praising  thee, 

God  of  the  morning  ! 

God  of  our  sleeping  hours, 
Watch  o'er  us,  waking  ; 

All  our  imperfect  powers 
In  thine  hands  taking ! 

In  us  thy  work  fulfil, 

Be  with  thy  children  still, 

Those  who  obey  thy  will 
Never  forsaking !    Yottth,6  Mag. 


153) 


FOR    YOUNG    CHILDREN.       178,    179 

178.     hfant   Praise. 
Humble  praises,  holy  Jesus, 

Infant  voices  raise  to  thee  ; 
In  thy  arms,  O  Lord,  receive  us, 

Suffer  us  thy  lambs  to  be. 
Thanks  to  thee,  O  God,  who  gave  us 

Thy  beloved  Son  to  die  ; 
From  eternal  death  to  save  us: 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

179*     God  our  Father. 
Great  God  !   and  wilt  thou  be  so  kind 
The  comfort  of  a  child  to  mind  ? 
I  a  poor  child,  and  Thou  so  high, 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  air  and  sky  ? 
Art  thou  my  Father?  wilt  thou  hear 
My  feeble  and  imperfect  prayer  ? 
Or  stoop  to  listen  to  the  praise 
That  such  a  child  as  I  can  raise  ? 
Art  thou  my  Father  ?   let  me  be 
A  meek,  obedient  child  to  thee  : 
And  try,  in  word  and  deed  and  thought, 
To  serve  and  please  thee  as  I  ought. 


180  child's  hymn  BOOK.  ^154 

Art  tli on  my  Father  ?  I'll  depend 
Upon  the  care  of  such  a  F  riend ; 
And  only  wish  to  do  and  be 
Whatever  secmeth  good  to  thee. 

Art  thou  my  Father  ?  then  at  last, 
When  all  my  days  on  earth  are  past, 
Send  down  and  take  me  in  thy  love, 
To  be  thy  better  child  above. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minds. 

180.     Morning. 

Up,  in  the  morning,  up,  my  child, 
See  the  sun  how  bright  and  mild ! 

Now  another  day  is  given 

By  our  Lord  in  heaven : 
Now  when  the  morning  air  you  feel, 
To  your  heavenly  Keeper  kneel. 

Praise  to  the  Lord  for  morning  light, 
Praise  for  safety  through  the  night, 

While  the  birds  are  singing  all, 

On  the  Lord  we  call: 
Thus  in  the  morning  we  will  praise 
Our  Redeemer  all  our  days.      Nursery  song* 


155)  FOR    YOUNG    CHILDREN.        181,    182 

JL 81.     Jesus  loves  a  little   Child. 
I  know  'tis  Jesus  loves  my  soul, 
And  makes  the  wounded  sinner  whole  ; 
My  nature  is  by  sin  defil'd, 
Yet  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 
How  kind  is  Jesus,  O,  how  good! 
'  T was  for  my  soul  he  shed  his  blood  ; 
For  children's  sake  he  was  revil'd, 
For  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 
When  I  offend  by  thought  or  tongue, 
Omit  the  right  or  do  the  wrong, 
If  I  repent,  he's  reconcil'd, 
For  Jesus  loves  a  little  child. 
To  me  may  Jesus  now  impart, 
Although  so  young,  a  gracious  heart ; 
Alas,  I'm  oft  by  sin  defil'd, 
Yet  Jesus  loves  the  little  child. 

My  Little  Hymn  Booi 

182  •     On  Recovering  from  Sickness. 
I  thank  the  Lord,  who  lives  on  high, 

Who  heard  an  infant  pray, 
And  heal'd  me  that  I  should  not  die, 
And  took  my  pains  away. 


183  child's   HYMN   BOOK.  (156 

O  let  me  love  and  serve  thee  too, 
While  here  on  earth  I  live  ; 

And  every  evil  thing  I  do, 
For  Jesus'  sake  forgive. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minda. 

1S3«     Morning  Prayer. 
O  Lord,  through  thy  indulgent  care, 

In  peace  I  laid  me  down  ; 
And  now  thy  soft,  bright  beams  of  love 

My  waking  moments  crown. 

No  sad  alarm  my  slumbers  broke, 

No  terror,  fear,  or  dread  ; 
No  sickness  seized  my  tender  frame, 

Nor  flames  came  round  my  bed. 

Preserve  me  from  all  ill,  I  pray, 
And  guide  me  with  thine  eye ; 

And  grant  that  through  the  passing  day 
I  may  on  thee  rely. 

Lord,  condescend  to  aid  a  child 
To  praise  the  Savior's  love  ; 

O  let  me  live  to  thee  below. 
And  dwell  with  thee  above. 

Child's  Book  of  Dex 


157)  FOR    YOUNG    CHILDREN.         184,    185 

184.     Morning. 
Serene  I  kid  me  down 

Beneath  my  Guardian's  care  : 
I  slept — and  I  awoke  and  found 

My  kind  Preserver  near. 
O  how  shall  I  repay 

The  bounties  of  my  God  ? 
This  feeble  spirit  pants  beneath 

The  pleasing,  painful  load. 
My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 

A  long  eternity.  E.  Scott. 

185.    Before  reading  the  Scriptures  m 
the  morning. 
Behold  the  sun,  in  splendor  bright, 
Dispels  the  darkness  of  the  night ; 
So  let  the  light  of  truth  divine 
Upon  our  souls  reviving  shine. 
The  glorious  sun  that  makes  the  day, 
And  heaven  and  earth,  shall  pass  away; 
But  every  word  of  God  is  sure, 
And  shall  for  ever  firm  endure. 


186,  187       child's  hymxN  book.  tl58 

180.     Child's  Evening  Prayer. 
Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me  ! 

Bless  a  little  child  to-night ; 
Through  the  darkness  be  thou  near  me, 

Watch  my  sleep  till  morning  light. 
All  this  day  thy  hand  has  led  me, 

And  I  thank  thee  for  thy  care ; 
Thou  hast  cloth'd  me,  warm'd  me,  fed  me, 

Listen  to  my  evening  prayer. 
Let  my  sins  be  all  forgiven  ; 

Bless  the  friends  I  love  so  well ; 
Take  me,  when  I  die,  to  heaven, 

Happy  there  with  thee  to  dwell. 

M.  L.  DuDcas. 

1ST.     An  Evening  Hymn. 
Lord,  I  have  pass'd  another  day, 

And  come  to  thank  thee  for  thy  care : 
Forgive  my  faults  in  work  and  play, 

And  listen  to  my  evening  prayer. 
Thy  favor  gives  me  daily  bread, 

Anil  friends  who  all  my  wants  supply ; 
And  safely  now  I  rest  my  head, 

Preserv'd  and  guarded  by  thine  eye. 


;.59>  FOR   YOUNG    CHILDREN.  188 

Look  down  in  pity,  and  forgive 
Whate'er  I've  said  or  done  amiss  ; 

And  help  me  every  day  I  live 
To  serve  thee  better  than  in  this. 

Now,  while  I  speak,  be  pleased  to  take 
A  helpless  child  beneath  thy  care ; 

And  condescend,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
To  listen  to  my  evening  prayer. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minds. 

188.     Retiri?ig  to  Rest. 
Lord,  with  redeeming  mercy  blest, 
I  lay  me  down  to  take  my  rest ; 
For  thou  who  sav'st  my  soul  from  death, 
Wilt  surely  watch  my  fleeting  breath. 

Now  darkness  shades  the  distant  hill, 
The  little  birds  are  mute  and  still, 
And  earth  a  safe  repose  may  take, 
For  earth's  Creator  is  awake. 

'Tis  sweet,  upon  my  lowly  bed, 
To  think  my  Savior  guards  my  head; 
And  his  young  helpless  charge  will  keep 
Through  all  the  silent  hours  of  sleep. 


130  CHILD'S    HYMN    BOOK.  (160 

Dear  Lord,  my  head  must  soon  be  laid 
in  some  cold  grave  beneath  the  shade ; 
r3nt  wherefore  should  I  fear  to  die, 
Since  death  has  lost  the  victory  ? 

Yes,  Jesus  coiKjuer'd  even  death, 
Which  can  bat  take  this  feeble  breath— 
My  soul  shall  live,  and  rise  and  sing 
The  praises  of  my  glorious  King. 

Charlotte  Elizabeth 


X89.     Family  Hymn. 
Now  condescend,  almighty  King, 

To  bless  this  little  throng, 
And  kindly  listen  while  we  sing 

Our  grateful  evening  song. 

We  come  to  own  the  power  divine 
That  watches  o'er  our  days ; 

For  this  our  feeble  voices  join, 
And  give  to  God  the  praise. 

May  we  in  safety  sleep  to-night, 

From  every  danger  free  ; 
For,  Lord,  the  darkness  and  the  light 

Are  both  alike  to  thee. 


)  FOR    YOUNG    CHILDREN.        190,    19J 

And  when  the  rising  sun  displays 

His  cheerful  beams  abroad, 
Then  may  our  grateful  hymns  of  praise 

Declare  thy  goodness,  Lord. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minds 

X90«    Evening. 

0  how  my  childhood  rims  to  waste ! 
My  sins,  how  great  their  sum  ! 

Lord,  give  me  pardon  for  the  past, 
And  strength  for  days  to  come. 

1  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 

Let  angels  guard  my  head, 
And  through  the  hours  of  darkness  keep 
Their  watch  around  my  bed. 

With  cheerful  heart  I  close  my  eyes, 

Since  thou  wilt  not  remove  ; 
And  in  the  morning  let  me  rise 

Rejoicing  in  thy  love,     watts. 

19X.    Evening  Praise. 
Father  !  hear  our  song  this  even, 
Bend  in  mercy  from  thy  throne, 

Child's.  \  \ 


192  child's   HYMN  BOOK.  (162 

"While  we  join  the  choir  of  heaven, 
Praising  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

Glory,  honor,  power  be  given 
To  the  Father,  Spirit,  Son. 

Little  children  kneel  before  thee, 

In  the  joy  thy  word  affords  ; 
Earth,  and  air,  and  sea  adore  thee, 

King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords ! 
For  thy  mercy  we  implore  thee, 

King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords ! 

Have  us  in  thy  holy  keeping, 

Thou  who  reign'st  in  light  divine, 

Guard  us  while  this  night  we're  sleeping, 
Till  the  beams  of  morning  shine  : 

Praise  for  ever,  where's  no  weeping, 
Maker,  Savior,  shall  be  thine. 


192*    For  a  Blessing  on  the   Truth. 

O  God  !  by  whom  the  seed  is  given, 

By  whom  the  harvest  blest, 
Whose  word,  like  manna  shower'd  from  heaven 

Is  planted  in  our  breast. 


163) 


FOR    YOUNG    CHILDREN.  193 

Preserve  it  from  the  passing  feet, 

And  plunderers  of  the  air, 
The  sultry  sun's  intenser  heat, 

And  thorns  of  worldly  care. 


Though  buried  deep,  or  thinly  sfrpwn 
Do  thou  thy  grace  supply  ; 

And  hope,  in  earthly  furrows  sown, 
Shall  ripen  in  the  sky.     Heber. 

J. OB.     The  Orphan's  Hymn. 

My  Father  and  my  Friend,  to  thee 

I  lift  my  weeping  eye, 
For  thou  canst  wash  away  my  tears, 

And  all  my  wants  supply. 

No  tender  mother's  gentle  smile 
Each  morn  awaits  me  now  ; 

No  more  the  fond  maternal  kiss 
Is  press'd  upon  my  brow. 

No  longer  in  her  arms  of  love 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
Secure  and  peaceful  as  the  dove 

Within  its  shelter' d  nest. 


194,  195       child's  hymn  book.  (164 

An  orphan  in  the  cold  wide  world, 

Dear  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  ; 
Thou,  Father  of  the  fatherless, 

My  Friend  and  Father  be  ! 
O  guide  and  guard  me  by  thy  grace, 

And  make  my  heart  thy  own, 
And  fit  me  for  that  happy  place 

Where  partings  are  unknown. 

Child's  Pr.  and  Hy.  Book 

194.    Before  Meals. 
As  oft  I  break  my  daily  bread, 

Or  plentiful  or  scant, 
O  may  I  ne'er  forget  to  spread 

The  board  of  humbler  want. 
And  as  my  temperate  cup  I  take 

With  fervent  gratitude, 
May  that  glad  act  the  memory  wake 

Of  Christ's  atoning  blood. 

M.  A.  Porter 

195*    Another. 
Parent  of  good,  whose  plenteous  grace 

O'er  all  thy  creatures  flows, 
Look  down  in  mercy  now  and  bless 

The  food  thy  love  bestows. 


105)  FOR    YOUNG    CHILDREN.  196 

Thy  goodness  spreads  the  wholesome  feast ; 

A  second  gift  impart : 
Give  us  with  joy  our  food  to  taste, 

And  with  a  grateful  heart. 

Let  it  for  thee  new  life  afford, 
For  thee  our  strength  repair, 

Blest  by  thine  all-sustaining  word, 
And  sanctified  by  prayer,    occom'* 


196.    After  Meals. 

Blest  be  the  God  whose  tender  care 

Prevents  his  children's  cry, 
Whose  goodness  doth  the  feast  prepare, 

And  all  our  wants  supply. 

Who  freely  from  his  bounteous  store 
These  welcome  gifts  imparts, 

And  gives  our  food  the  secret  power 
To  feed  and  cheer  our  hearts. 

Lord,  when  shall  we  regain  the  skies, 

And  there  thy  sweetness  prove  ? 
Where  fulness  of  delight  shall  rise, 

And  all  OUr  food  be  love.       occom's  Hymns. 


197,  198        child's  hymn  book.  (166 

X9T«     Gratitude  for  Health. 

How  gracious  is  my  God, 

Who  gives  me  more  than  wealth, 

And  more  than  mortals  could  bestow, 
The  precious  gift  of  health. 

That  health  I  would  devote 
To  spread  his  praise  abroad, 

And  all  my  youthful  powers  employ 
To  love  and  serve  my  God. 

198«     Walking  out. 
While  drinking  in  the  healthful  air, 

While  gazing  on  the  earth  and  sky, 
Lord,  let  my  heart  the  influence  share 

Which  nerves  my  frame  and  fills  mine  eye. 
Let  rapture  wake  the  grateful  glow, 

Till  thou  alone  my  worship  be ! 
Since  all  that  nature  can  bestow, 

Of  bliss  or  beauty,  flows  from  thee. 

M.  A.  Porter 


167)  MISCELLANEOUS.  199 

MISCELLANEOUS. 

199.     When  and  how  to  Pray. 

Go  when  the  morning  shineth, 

Go  when  the  moon  is  bright, 
Go  when  the  eve  declineth, 

Go  in  the  hush  of  night ; 
Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 

Cast  earthly  thought  away, 
And  in  thy  chamber  kneeling, 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 

Remember  all  who  love  thee, 

All  who  are  lov'd  by  thee ; 
Pray  too  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be ; 
Then  for  thyself  in  meekness 

A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
And  link  with  each  petition 

The  dear  Redeemer's  name. 

Hymns  foT  the  Vestry  arid  Fireside. 


200,    201  CHILD'S   HYMN    BOOK.  (168 

200.     The  Ark  and  Dove. 

There  was  a  noble  ark, 
Sailing  o'er  waters  dark 

And  wide  around ; 
Not  one  tall  tree  was  seen, 
Nor  flower,  nor  leaf  of  green — 

All,  all  was  drown'd. 

Then  a  soft  wing  was  spread, 
And  o'er  the  billows  dread 

A  meek  dove  flew ; 
But  on  that  shoreless  tide 
No  living  thing  she  spied 

To  cheer  her  view. 

So  to  the  ark  she  fled, 
With  weary,  drooping  head, 

To  seek  for  rest : — 
Christ  is  the  ark,  my  love, 
Thou  art  the  tender  dove, 

Fly  to  his  breast.  sigoumey; 

201.     The  Search  after  Rest. 
When  first  the  dove,  afar  and  wide, 
Skimm'd  the  dark  waters  o'er, 


)  MISCELLANEOUS.  202 

To  seek  beyond  the  heaving  tide 

A  green  and  peaceful  shore 
No  leafy  bough  nor  life-like  thing 

Rose  'mid  the  swelling  main — 
The  lone  bird  sought,  with  faltering  wing, 

The  hallow'd  ark  again. 
And  ever  thus  man's  heart  hath  trac'd 

A  lone  and  weary  round ; 
But  never  yet,  amid  earth's  waste, 

A  resting-place  hath  found. 
The  peace  for  which  his  spirit  yearns, 

Is  ever  sought  in  vain, 
Till,  like  the  dove,  it  homeward  turns, 

And  finds  its  God  again.     s.  Cunningham. 

202*     Compassion  and  Forgiveness. 
I  hear  the  voice  of  wo  ! 

I  hear  a  brother's  sigh  ! 
Then  let  my  heart  with  pity  flow, 

With  tears  of  love  my  eye. 
I  hear  the  thirsty  cry ! 

The  hungry  beg  for  bread  ! 
Then  let  my  spring  its  stream  supply, 

My  hand  its  bounty  shed. 


203  CHILD'S    HYMN    BOOK.  (170 

Shall  not  my  wrath  relent, 

Touch'd  by  that  humble  strain, 

My  brother  crying,  "  I  repent, 
"  Nor  will  offend  again?" 

If  not,  how  shall  I  dare 

Appear  before  thy  face, 
Great  God,  and  how  present  the  prayer 

For  thy  forgiving  grace  ?     Enfield. 

203*    The  Savior  s  Love. 
Have  you  made  the  Lord  your  choice  ? 
Can  you  in  his  word  rejoice  ? 
Then  lift  up  your  heart  and  voice, — 
Praise  his  boundless  love. 

See  !  his  face  is  reconcil'd  : 
Hark !  he  speaks  in  accents  mild, 
"  Come,  and  learn  of  me,  my  child  !" 
O  what  wondrous  love. 

Soft  and  easy  is  his  sway, 

Pleasant  in  his  fold  to  stay, 

Sweet  his  precepts  to  obey, 

Sweet  to  sing  his  love. 


171)  MISCELLANEOUS.  204 

While  eternal  ages  roll, 
While  his  word  shall  heaven  control, 
While  I  bear  a  thinking  soul, 
I  will  sing  his  love.     F.  M.  c. 

^04«     "  Give  me  thy  heart." 

Hear  ye  not  a  voice  from  heaven, 
To  the  list'ning  spirit  given  ? 
Children,  come  !  it  seems  to  say, 
Give  your  hearts  to  me  to-day. 

Sweet  as  is  a  mother's  love, 
Tender  as  the  heavenly  Dove, 
Thus  it  speaks  a  Savior's  charms ; 
Thus  it  wins  us  to  his  arms. 

Lord,  we  will  remember  thee 
While  from  pains  and  sorrows  free, 
While  our  day  is  in  its  dew, 
And  the  clouds  of  life  are  few. 

Then,  when  night  and  age  appear, 
Thou  wilt  chase  each  doubt  and  fear ; 
Thou  our  glorious  Leader  be, 
When  the  stars  shall  fade  and  flee. 


205,  206       child's  hymn  book.  (173 

Now  to  thee,  O  Lord  !  we  come, 

In  our  morning's  early  bloom  : 

Breathe  on  us  thy  grace  divine  ; 

Touch  our  hearts  and  make  them  thine. 

f.  m.  c 

205*    Hapjyy  Death. 

Long  let  the  breathing  music  float 

That  soothes  the  dying  child  to  rest, 
And  gently  swell  each  rising  note 

That  wafts  it  to  the  Savior's  breast. 
O  when  the  youthful  christian  dies, 

How  soft  the  strains  that  angels  raise ! 
At  rest  on  their  bright  wings  he  lies 

And  learns  their  thrilling  notes  of  praise 
Sweet  is  his  Savior's  welcome  there, 

And  sweet  the  voice  that  bids  him  rest : — 
O  let  me  live  a  life  so  fair, 

O  let  me  die  a  death  so  blest !     F.  M.  c. 

206  •     Mary  at  Jesus'  feet. 
To  hear  the  Savior's  word 

The  gentle  Mary  came ; 
Low  at  his  feet  she  sat  and  heard 

Sweet  mention  of  her  name. 


173) 


MISCELLANEOUS.  207 

She  chose  the  better  part, 

The  one  bright  pearl  she  found  : 

May  we,  with  Mary's  constant  heart, 
In  Mary's  grace  abound. 

Like  her,  we  look  above, 

To  learn  our  Savior's  will ; 
The  droppings  of  his  lips  we  love, 

And  would  his  word  fulfil. 

Look  down,  O  Lord  of  love, 

This  band  of  children  see  ; 
Among  them  with  thy  Spirit  move, 

And  set  the  captives  free. 

Speak,  as  to  Mary  thou 

Didst  speak  in  Galilee ; 
Call  us  by  name,  our  hearts  shall  bow 

And,  melting,  flow  to  thee.     F.  m.  c. 

20 7.     The  two  Pilgrims. 

Two  little  pilgrims  on  their  way, 
I  met  upon  life's  road  one  day : 
One  wish'd  for  earthly  pleasures  given, 
The  other  ask'd  the  way  to  heaven. 


208  child's  hymn  book.  (174 

0  happy  was  the  child  who  trod 
The  path  that  upward  leads  to  God ! 
Thrice  happy  !  for  the  Savior's  voice 
Allured  him  on  and  blest  his  choice. 

But  ah  !  that  poor  mistaken  one, 
Who  chose  the  fatal  race  to  run  ! 

1  saw  him  tread  on  ruin's  verge, 
And  heard  below  the  roaring  surge. 

How  low  he  fell  I  could  not  see  : 
Haste  thou,  the  path  of  danger  flee  : 
These  pilgrims  and  their  choice  survey, 
Behold  their  end,  and  choose  thy  way. 


208.     The  Sparrow. 
Who  form'd  the  little  sparrow, 

And  gave  him  wings  to  fly  ? 
Who  shields  him  from  the  arrow 

When  flying  in  the  sky  ? 
Our  Father  God,  who  reigns  in  heaven, 
By  whom  are  all  our  blessings  given. 

And  who  so  gently  leads  him 
Far  from  the  fowler's  snare  ? 


175)  MISCELLANEOUS.  209 

And  who  so  kindly  feeds  him, 

And  shows  such  tender  care  ? 
Our  Father  God,  who  stoops  to  show 
His  grace  to  creatures  here  below. 

And  who  a  dress  provides  him, 

So  beautiful  and  warm  ? 
Who  in  the  shelter  hides  him, 

Amid  the  raging  storm  ? 
Our  Father  God  extends  his  care 
Through  heaven  and  earth  and  sea  and  air 

Does  God  full  many  a  favor 

To  little  sparrows  give  ? 
And  shall  we  not  endeavor 

By  faith  on  him  to  live  ? 
Our  Father  God,  who  reigns  above, 
Is  worthy  of  our  highest  love. 


209.     Youth's  Trials. 

Placed  on  the  verge  of  youth,  my  mind 
Life's  opening  scene  survey'd  ; 

I  view'd  its  ills  of  various  kinds, 
Afflicted  and  afraid. 


210  child's   HYMN   BOOK.  (17d 

O  how  shall  I,  with  heart  prepar'd, 

Those  terrors  learn  to  meet  ? 
How  from  the  thousand  snares  to  guard 

My  inexperienced  feet  ? 

Let  faith  suppress  each  rising  fear, 

Each  anxious  doubt  exclude  ; 
My  Maker's  will  has  placed  me  here, 

A  Maker  wise  and  good. 

He  to  my  every  trial  knows 

Its  just  restraint  to  give, 
Attentive  to  behold  my  woes, 

And  faithful  to  relieve. 

Though  griefs  unnumber'd  throng  thee  round. 

Still  in  thy  God  confide, 
Whose  finger  marks  the  seas  their  bound, 

And  curbs  the  rolling  tide.     Merrick. 

210.     The  Dew-drop. 

The  dew-drop  on  the  green, 
From  hue  to  hue  still  ranges ; 

Its  color  scarce  is  seen, 
Ere  instantly  it  changes. 


177)  MISCELLANEOUS.  211 

'Tis  now  the  ruby  bright, 
But  soon  that  tint  declining, 

Again  it  cheats  the  sight, 
A  yellow  topaz  shining. 

Then  darting  round  its  rays, 
With  clear  and  brilliant  light, 

It  glitters  to  the  view, 

Like  purest  diamonds  bright. 

And  what  but  drops  of  dew 

Are  honor,  wealth  and  pleasure, 

That  mock  the  dazzled  view 
With  semblances  of  treasure  ? 

Let  not  such  glittering  toys 

The  immortal  soul  entice  ; 
True  treasure  only  lies 

In  one  great  pearl  of  price. 


%Wm    Pilgrim. 
Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 

Wand'ring  through  this  lonely  vale  ? 
Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger, 

And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 

Child's.  12 


211  child's   HYMN   BOOK.  (178 

"  Pilgrim  thou  hast  justly  call'd  me, 
"  Passing  through  a  waste  so  wide  ; 

"  But  no  harm  will  e'er  befall  me 

"While  I'm  bless'd  with  such  a  guide." 

Such  a  guide  ! — no  guide  attends  thee, 
Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise  : 

If  some  guardian  power  befriends  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

"  Yes,  unseen,  but  still  believe  me, 
"  I  have  near  me  such  a  friend ; 

"  He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me, 
"He  will  guide  me  to  the  end." 

Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 
Darkly  winding  through  the  vale  ; 

Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 

"  No,  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 
"  To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend  ; 

"  Thence  to  plunge  will  be  delightful, 
"  There  my  pilgrimage  will  end." 


179)  MISCELLANEOUS.  23  2 

While  I  gaz'd,  with  speed  surprising, 
Down  the  stream  she  plunged  from  sight ; 

Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising, 
Like  an  angel  clothed  in  light. 


SX/5.     Solomon's  Choice. 

King  Solomon,  of  old, 

A  happy  choice  had  made  ; 
'Twas  not  for  life,  'twas  not  for  gold, 

Nor  honor  that  he  pray'd. 

He  chose  that  better  part 
That  leads  to  heavenly  joys, 

A  wise  and  understanding  heart — 
And  God  approv'd  the  choice. 

Far  better  than  his  crown 

And  all  his  grand  array, 
That  wisdom  which  the  Lord  sent  down 

To  guide  him  on  his  way. 

For  grandeur,  wealth  and  power 

Must  air  their  glories  yield 
To  any  little  modest  flower 

That  blossoms  in  the  field. 


213  child's  hymn  book. 


(180 


And  wisdom  from  above 

Will  teach  us  heavenly  things ; 

How  we  may  learn  to  fear  and  love 
And  serve  the  King  of  kings. 

If  this  is  what  we  seek, 

We  cannot  ask  amiss  ; 
The  youngest,  poorest  child  may  speak, 

And  ask  the  Lord  for  this. 

21B.    "My  Father's  at  the  Helm." 

The  curling  waves  with  awful  roar 

A  little  bark  assail'd, 
And  pallid  Fear's  distracting  power 

O'er  all  on  board  prevail'd  ; 

Save  one, — the  captain's  darling  child, 
Who  steadfast  view'd  the  storm, 

And  cheerful,  with  composure  smil'd 
At  danger's  threat'ning  form. 

"  Why  sport'st  thou  thus,"  a  seaman  cried, 
"  While  terrors  overwhelm  ?" 

"  Why  should  I  fear?"  the  boy  replied, 
•'  My  father's  at  the  helm.'''' 


181)  MISCELLANEOUS.  214,    215 

So  when  our  worldly  all  is  reft, 

Our  earthly  helper  gone, 
We  still  have  one  true  anchor  left — 

God  helps,  and  he  alone. 
He  to  our  prayers  will  bend  an  ear, 

He  gives  our  pangs  relief ; 
He  turns  to  smiles  each  trembling  tear, 

To  joy  each  torturing  grief. 
Then  turn  to  him  mid  sorrows  wild, 

When  wants  and  woes  o'erwhelm; 
Rememb'ring,  like  the  fearless  child, 

Our  Father's  at  the  helm. 

214.     Humility. 
The  bird  that  soars  on  highest  wing, 

Builds  on  the  ground  her  lowly  nest; 
And  she  that  doth  most  sweetly  sing, 

Sings  in  the  shade  when  all  things  rest : 
In  lark  and  nightingale  we  see 
What  honor  hath  humility.       Montgomery. 

2X5.     Contentment. 
See  the  soft,  green  willow  springing 
Where  the  waters  gently  pass, 


216  CHILD'S    HYM^f    BOOK.  (182 

Every  way  her  free  arms  flinging 
O'er  the  moist  and  reecty  grass. 
Long-  ere  winter's  blasts  are  fled, 
See  her  tipp'd  with  vernal  red, 
And  her  kindly  flower  display'd 
Ere  her  leaf  can  cast  a  shade. 
Though  the  rudest  hand  assail  her, 

Patiently  she  droops  awhile, 
But  when  showers  and  breezes  hail  her, 

Wears  again  her  willing  smile. 
Thus  I  learn  Contentment's  power, 
From  the  slighted  willow  bower, 
Ready  to  give  thanks,  and  live 
On  the  least  that  heaven  may  give.   Keb|e. 

216.     Self- Examination. 
Let  no  soft  slumbers  close  my  eyes 
Before  I've  recollected  thrice 
The  train  of  actions  through  the  day  : 
Where  have  my  feet  mark'd  out  their  way  1 
What  have  I  learnt,  where'er  I've  been, 
From  all  I've  heard,  from  all  I've  seen? 
What  know  I  more,  that's  worth  the  knowing  ? 
What  have  I  done,  that's  worth  the  doing  ? 


183)  MISCELLANEOUS.  217 

What  have  I  sought  that  I  should  shun  ? 
What  duties  have  I  left  undone, 
Or  into  what  new  follies  run  ? 
These  self-inquiries  are  the  road 
That  leads  to  virtue  and  to  God. 

Watts,  from  the  Greek  of  Pj  thagcras. 

2XT»    For  Seamen. 
On  the  stormy  ocean, 
Mid  its  wild  commotion, 
Helpless  seaman  !  Heaven  attend  thee ! 

God  befriend  thee ! 
O'er  life's  ocean  dreary, 
Faint,  forlorn  and  weary, 
Helpless  mortal !  Heaven  attend  thee  ! 

God  befriend  thee ! 
When  no  star  smiles  o'er  thee, 
Frowning  waves  before  thee, 
Child  of  sorrow!  Heaven  attend  thee ! 

God  befriend  thee ! 
When  the  gloomy  billow 
Seems  thy  dying  pillow, 
Trembling  spirit!  Heaven  attend  thee! 

God  befriend  thee  !      Juv.  gbg.  sch. 


218,  219       child's  hymn  book.  <lg4 

218.     The  Bay  of  Life. 
The  morning  hours  of  cheerful  light, 

Of  all  the  day  are  best; 
But  as  they  speed  their  hasty  flight, 
If  every  hour  is  spent  aright, 
"We  sweetly  sink  to  sleep  at  night, 

And  pleasant  is  our  rest. 
And  life  is  like  a  summer's  day, 

It  seems  so  quickly  past : 
Youth  is  the  morning  bright  and  gay, 
And  if  'tis  spent  in  wisdom's  way, 
We  meet  old  age  without  dismay, 

And  death  is  sweet  at  last. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minds. 

219.     The  Snoiv-Drop. 
Tell,  if  thou  canst,  how  yonder  flower 

To  life  and  light  has  burst  its  way, 
Though  ten  long  months  beneath  the  ground 

Its  snowy  petals  torpid  lay  ? 
Then  I  will  teach  thee  how  a  child 

From  death's  long  slumber  can  awake, 
And  to  eternal  life  renew'd, 

His  robe  of  heavenly  beauty  take. 


185)  MISCELLANEOUS.  £20 

While  from  the  dust,  each  circling  year, 
The  snow-drop  lifts  its  humble  head, 

Say,  shall  I  doubt  God's  equal  power 
To  call  me  from  my  lowly  bed  ? 

220.    The  Lily  of  the  Valley 
Come,  my  love,  and  do  not  spu'm 
From  a  little  flower  to  learn : 
See  the  lily  on  the  bed, 
Hanging  down  its  modest  head, 
While  it  scarcely  can  be  seen 
Folded  in  its  leaf  of  green. 
Yet  we  love  the  lily  well, 
For  its  sweet  and  pleasant  smell ; 
And  would  rather  call  it  ours 
Than  full  many  gayer  flowers  : 
Pretty  lilies  seem  to  be 
Emblems  of  humility. 
Come,  my  love,  and  do  not  spurn 
From  a  little  flower  to  learn: 
Let  your  temper  be  as  sweet 
As  the  lily  at  your  feet ; 
Be  as  gentle,  be  as  mild ; 
Be  a  modest,  simple  child. 


221  child's   HYMN   BOOK.  (186 

'Tis  not  beauty  that  we  prize, 
Like  a  summer  flower  it  dies  ; 
But  humility  will  last 
Fair  and  sweet  when  beauty's  past : 
And  the  Savior,  from  above, 
Views  a  humble  child  with  love. 

Hymns  for  Infant  Minda. 

%%\.    Against  Cruelty. 

Sweet  it  is  to  see  a  child 
Tender,  merciful  and  mild  ; 
Ever  ready  to  perform 
Acts  of  mercy  to  a  worm  ; 
Grieving  that  the  world  should  be 
Thus  a  scene  of  misery  ; 
Scene  in  which  the  creatures  groan 
For  transgressions  not  their  own. 

If  the  creatures  must  be  slain 

Thankless  sinners  to  sustain, 

Such  a  child,  methinks,  will  cry, 

"  Treat  them  gently  when  they  die  ; 

"  Spare  them,  while  they  yield  their  breath ; 

"  Double  not  the  pains  of  death  ; 


187)  MISCELLANEOUS.  222 

"  Strike  them  not  at  such  a  time, 
"  God  accounts  the  stroke  a  crime." 

God  is  love,  and  never  can 
Love  or  bless  a  cruel  man  ; 
Mercy  rules  in  every  breast 
Where  his  Spirit  deigns  to  rest ; 
"We  ourselves  to  mercy  owe 
Our  escape  from  endless  wo ; 
And  the  merciless  in  mind 
Shall  themselves  no  mercy  find. 


%%%•     Against  Quarrelling  and 
Fighting. 

Let  dogs  delight  to  bark  and  bite, 
For  God  hath  made  them  so  ; 

Let  bears  and  lions  growl  and  fight, 
For  'tis  their  nature  too. 

But,  children,  you  should  never  let 
Such  angry  passions  rise ; 

Your  little  hands  were  never  made 
To  tear  each  other's  eyes. 


223  child's  hymn  book.  (188 

Let  love  through  all  your  actions  run, 
And  all  your  words  be  mild  ; 

Live  like  the  blessed  virgin's  Son, 
That  sweet  and  lovely  child. 

His  soul  was  gentle  as  a  lamb  ; 

And  as  his  stature  grew, 
He  grew  in  favor  both  with  man 

And  God  his  Father  too. 

Now  Lord  of  all,  he  reigns  above, 
And  from  his  heavenly  throne, 

He  sees  what  children  dwell  in  love, 
And  marks  them  for  his  own.     Watts 

&/5S.     Against  Idleness  and  Mischief. 

How  doth  the  little  busy  bee 
Improve  each  shining  hour, 

And  gather  honey  all  the  day 
From  every  opening  flower  ! 

How  skilfully  she  builds  her  cell ! 

How  neat  she  spreads  the  wax  ! 
And  labors  hard  to  store  it  well 

With  the  sweet  food  she  makes. 


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MISCELLANEOUS.  224 

In  works  of  labor  or  of  skill 

I  would  be  busy  too, 
For  Satan  finds  some  miscliief  still 

For  idle  hands  to  do. 

In  books,  or  work,  or  healthful  play, 

Let  my  first  years  be  past; 
That  I  may  give  for  every  day 

Some  good  account  at  last.     Watts 


224*     Against    Vanity. 
How  proud  we  are,  how  fond  to  show 
Our  clothes,  and  call  them  rich  and  new  : 
When  the  poor  sheep  and  silk-worm  wore 
That  very  clothing  long  before ! 

The  tulip  and  the  butterfly 

Appear  in  gayer  coats  than  I : 

Let  me  be  drest  fine  as  I  will, 

Flies,  worms,  and  flowers  exceed  me  still. 

Then  will  I  set  my  heart  to  find 
Inward  adornings  of  the  mind  ; 
Knowledge  and  virtue,  truth  and  grace, 
These  are  the  robes  of  richest  dress. 


225  child's   HYMN   BOOK.  (190 

No  more  shall  worms  with  me  compare, 
This  is  the  raiment  angels  wear  : 
The  Son  of  God,  when  here  below, 
Put  on  this  blest  apparel  too. 

It  never  fades,  it  ne'er  grows  old, 
Nor  fears  the  rain,  nor  moth,  nor  mould  ; 
It  takes  no  spot,  but  still  refines  ; 
The  more  'tis  worn  the  more  it  shines. 

In  this  on  earth  would  I  appear, 
Then  go  to  heaven  and  wear  it  there  ; 
God  will  approve  it  in  his  sight, 
'Tis  his  own  work,  and  his  delight.     Watt3. 


225.     The  little  Child. 
I  am  a  little  child  indeed, 

And  little  do  I  know  ; 
I  have  not  long  been  taught  to  read  ; 

But,  as  I  older  grow, 
I  hope  I  shall  the  wiser  be 
For  all  the  pains  bestow'd  on  me. 

And  though  so  young  a  child,  I  ought 
To  praise  and  love  the  Lord, 


191)  MISCELLANEOUS.  226 

Who  caus'd  me  early  to  be  taught 

To  know  his  holy  word  ; 
That  word  which  makes  the  simple  wise, 
And  tells  of  joys  above  the  skies. 

For  though  I  am  a  little  one, 

I  have  a  soul  to  save — 
A  sonl  for  which  God's  own  dear  Son 

Himself  a  ransom  gave  ; 
And  through  his  grace  the  hope  is  given 
That  I  may  dwell  with  him  in  heaven. 


S^6.     Good  Resolutions. 
Though  I'm  now  in  younger  days, 

Nor  can  tell  what  shall  befall  me, 
I'll  prepare  for  every  place 

Where  my  growing  age  shall  call  me. 

Should  I  e'er  be  rich  or  great, 

Others  shall  partake  my  goodness  ; 

I'll  supply  the  poor  with  meat, 

Never  showing  scorn  nor  rudeness. 

Where  I  see  the  blind  or  lame, 

Deaf  or  dumb,  I'll  kindly  treat  them : 


227  child's   HYMN   BOOK.  (192 

I  deserve  to  feel  the  same, 

If  I  mock,  or  hurt,  or  cheat  them. 

If  I  meet  with  railing  tongues, 

Why  should  I  return  them  railing  ? 

Since  I  best  revenge  my  wrongs 
By  my  patience  never  failing. 

When  I  hear  them  telling  lies, 
Talking  foolish,  cursing,  swearing, 

First  I'll  try  to  make  them  wise, 
Or  I'll  soon  go  out  of  hearing. 

I'll  not  willingly  offend, 

Nor  be  easily  offended  : 
What's  amiss  I'll  strive  to  mend, 

And  endure  what  can't  be  mended.  watta. 


227.     The  Pearl. 
A  little  particle  of  rain 

That  from  a  passing  cloud  descended, 
Was  heard  thus  idly  to  complain : 

"  My  brief  existence  now  is  ended ; 
"  Outcast  alike  of  earth  and  sky, 
"  Useless  to  live,  unknown  to  die !" 


193)  MISCELLANEOUS.  223,    229 

It  chanc'd  to  fall  into'  the  sea, 

And  there  an  open  shell  receiv'd  it ; 

In  after  years,  how  rich  was  he 

Who  from  its  prison-house  reliev'd  it ! 

That  drop  of  rain  had  form'd  a  gem 

Fit  for  a  monarch's  diadem 

228.     The  Example  of  Birds. 
King-dove  !  resting  benignly  calm, 
Tell  my  bosom  thy  secret  balm. 
Black-bird !  straining  thy  tuneful  throat, 
Teach  my  spirit  thy  thankful  note. 
Small  Wren  I  building  thy  happy  nest, 
Tell  me  where  is  a  home  of  rest. 
Eagle!  cleaving  the  vaulted  sky, 
Teach  my  nature  to  soar  as  high. 
Sky -lark  !  winging  thy  way  to  heaven, 
Be  thy  track  to  my  footsteps  given. 

229.     The  Rainbow. 

Beautiful  bow  !  in  mercy  given, 

A  token  of  love  to  earth  from  heave-n  : 

When  thou  art  beaming  bright  and  fair, 

May  I  ever  behold  the  promise  there ! 
child's.  1 3 


230  child's  hymn  book.  (194 

Beautiful  bow  ! — a  brighter  one 
Is  shining  round  the  eternal  throne  ; 
And  when  life's  fitful  storm  is  o'er, 
May  we  gaze  on  that  bow  for  evermore. 


2  HO.     Bright  little  Star. 
Bright  little  star  on  evening's  breast, 

How  beams  thy  golden  light ; 
But>  fast  thou'rt  sinking  in  the  west, — 

Sweet  little  star,  good  night ! 

And  I,  when  I  have  bent  the  knee 
And  rais'd  my  evening  prayer 

To  Him  who  made  both  thee  and  me, 
Shall  to  my  rest  repair. 

And  thinking  on  that  brighter  star 
That  once  o'er  Bethlehem  rose, 

And  eastern  sages  led  afar, 
I'll  sink  to  sweet  repose. 

And  O,  when  I  at  last  shall  lie 
In  death's  cold  slumber  down, 

May  then  my  spirit  shine  on  high 
A  star  in  Jesus'  crown.  si5onm»y. 


195)  MISCELLANEOUS.  231,    232 

2  31*     Questions  and  Answers. 

Who  show'd  the  little  ant  the  way 

Her  narrow  hole  to  bore, 
And  spend  the  pleasant  summer  day 

In  laying  up  her  store  ? 

The  sparrow  builds  her  skilful  nest 
Of  wool,  and  hay,  and  moss; 

Who  told  her  how  to  weave  it  best 
And  lay  the  twigs  across  ? 

Who  taught  the  busy  bee  to  fly 
Among  the  sweetest  flowers, 

And  lay  his  store  of  honey  by, 
To  eat  in  winter  hours  ? 

'Twas  God  who  show'd  them  all  the  way 

And  gave  their  little  skill, 
And  teaches  children,  if  they  pray, 

To  do  his  holy  will.    Rhyme3  for  the  Nrr^y. 


232.     The  Church  Bell. 

Come,  come  to  me!"  the  meek  Redeemer  cries; 
Come,  come  to  Christ !"  the  echoing  bell  replies. 


233  child's  hymn  book. 


(196 


e'  Come,  all  ye  weary,  all  ye  heavy  prest, 
"  Your  burdens  bring,  and  I  will  give  you  rest !" 
Awake,  my  soul !  leave  thy  soft  bed  and  home, 
And  answering  say,  *'  I  come,  0  Lord,  I  come  !" 

Wogaa. 

233.     Sacred   Truth. 

Be  sacred  truth,  my  son,  thy  guide 

Until  thy  dying  day, 
Nor  turn  a  ringer's  breadth  aside 

From  God's  appointed  way. 

Thy  heart  shall  then  be  free  and  light, 

And,  near  the  crystal  spring, 
Thy  music  be  more  gay  and  bright 

Than  where  the  wicked  sing. 

For  O,  no  joy  that  man  shall  know 

Who  bears  a  guilty  breast ; 
His  conscience  drives  him  to  and  fro, 

And  never  lets  him  rest. 

For  him  no  vernal  sunshine  smiles, 
No  gales  breathe  softly  round, 

And  in  the  grave,  that  home  of  rest, 
No  peace  for  him  is  found. 


197)  MISCELLANEOUS.  234 

O  then,  be  sacred  truth  thy  guide 

Until  thy  dying  day  ; 
Nor  turn  a  finger's  breadth  aside 

From  God's  appointed  way.    Juv.  sing.  sch. 


234.    Singing. 

O  thou  our  Savior,  meek  and  mild, 
Dear  Shepherd,  still  our  guardian  be, 

And  aid  a  weak  and  lonely  child 
To  find  the  narrow  way  to  thee. 

And  as  I  go,  with  thee,  my  King, 

Let  me  in  psalms  and  hymns  commune 

The  speaking  lip  and  quivering  string, 
And  warbling  breath  to  praise  attune. 

Help  me  with  songs  to  fill  the  air ; 

To  thee  the  sounding  notes  shall  flow, 
To  thee  my  heart  its  love  declare 

In  music  soft  and  numbers  low. 

Sustain  me,  lead  me  by  the  hand, 
As  singing  by  the  wayside  still, 

Bound  for  the  everlasting  land, 

I  travel  up  the  heavenly  hill.     F.  M.  c. 


235  child's  hymn  book.  (198 

28&*     Young  Musician's  Hymn, 

Oft  may  the  voice  that  thou  hast  given, 

Thy  praise,  O  Father,  sing! 
And  oft  my  soul  ascend  to  heaven 

On  music's  rapturous  wing. 

To  thee  the  soul-inspiring  boon 

My  grateful  voice  restores  ; 
The  heavenly  gift  of  time  and  tune 

Back  to  the  Giver  soars. 

For  present  blessings  shower'd  around, 

For  promis'd  joys  on  high, 
My  warbling  thoughts  shall  leave  the  ground, 

And  mount  like  larks  the  sky. 

In  hymn,  and  psalm,  and  holy  song, 

My  heart  to  thee  I'll  raise ; 
Till  with  an  angel's  harp  and  tongue 

I  breathe  angelic  praise.     F.  M.  c. 


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Across  the  burning  plains  of  sand, 
A  light  our  darkened  steps  to  guide, 
A  little  particle  of  rain, 
All  yesterday  is  gone,    . 
Almighty  God,  thy  piercing  eye, 
Almighty  God  of  grace  and  love,    . 
Among  the  deepest  shades  of  night, 
A  mourning  class,  a  vacant  seat,    . 
And  am  I  born  to  die, 
Arise,  my  soul,  ai-ise,    . 
A  sinner,  Lord,  behold  I  stand, 
As  Mary  sat  at  Jesus'  feet,    . 
As  oft  I  break  my  daily  bread, 
Awake,  awake,  your  sleep  forsake, 
Beautiful  bow,  in  mercy  given, 
Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door, 
Behold  the  sun  in  splendor  bright, 
Be  sacred  truth,  my  son,  thy  guide, 
Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
Blest  be  the  God  whose  tender  care, 
Blest  be  the  wisdom  and  the  power, 
Bright  little  star  on  evening's  breast, 
Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led, 
By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 
By  whom  was  David  taught, 


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Called  by  the  Sabbath  bells  awoy,  .  .  123 

Children,  hear  the  melting  story,        .  38 

Children,  listen  to  the  Lord,  ...  48 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King,  .  .37 

Child  of  the  earth,  O  lift  thy  glance,        .  .  27 

Christ  is  merciful  and  mild,       .  .  .  .26 

Come,  children,  come,  ....  52 

Come,  children,  let  us  Jesus  praise,  .  .       28 

Come,  come  to  me,  the  meek  Redeemer  cries,         232 
Come  let  our  voices  join,  ....     127 

Come,  my  love,  and  do  not  spurn,  .  .         220 

Come  to  Jesus,  come  away,       ....       49 
Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know,        .  .  .  110 

Dark  night  away  hath  rolled,     .  .  .  .136 

Eternal  source  of  life  and  light,       ...  60 

Eternal  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise,        ...       16 
Father,  hear  our  song  this  even,     .  .  .  191 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss,         ...       86 
For  a  season  called  to  part,  .  .  .  12S 

From  the  regions  of  love,  lo,  an  angel  descended,      51 
From  year  to  year  in  love  we  meet,    .  .  .     130 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us,      .  .  .  7S 

Glory  to  God  on  high,     .  .  .  .  .18 

Glory  to  the  Father  give,      ....  32 

Go  watch  and  pray,  thou  canst  not  tell,    .         .161 
Go  when  the  morning  shineth,       .  .         .  199 

Grace  is  a  plant  where'er  it  grows,  ...        44 
Great  God,  and  wilt  thou  be  so  kind,     .  .  179 

Great  God,  I  would  not  seek  to  know,      .  .       80 

Great  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praise.  .     107 


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Happy  the  child  whose  tender  years, 

Happy  angels  still  ye  dwell, 

Hark  how  the  feathered  warblers  sing, 

Hark  the  herald  angels  6ing, 

Hark,  what  mean  those  lamentations, 

Have  you  made  the  Lord  your  choice  1 

Hear  ye  not  a  voice  from  heaven, 

Holy  Bible,  book  divine, 

Holy  child,  of  heavenly  birth,    . 

Holy  Jesus,  lo,  I  stand, 

How  charming  and  pleasant  to  see,    . 

How  doth  the  little  busy  bee, 

How  fair  was  Aaron  to  the  view, 

How  fierce  the  lightning  blazes,     . 

How  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King, 

How  gracious  is  my  God, 

How  happy  are  they, 

How  long  sometimes  a  day  appears, 

How  pleasing  is  the  voice, 

How  proud  are  we,  how  fond  of  show, 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  mjrnin 

Humble  praises,  holy  Jesus, 

I  am  a  little  child  indeed, 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 

I'll  go  to  the  fields  for  some  flowers, 

I  hear  the  voice  of  wo, 

If  idly  spent,  no  art  or  care, 

I  know  'tis  Jesus  loves  my  soul, 


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In  life's  gay  morn,  when  sprightly  youth, 

I  often  say  my  prayers, 

I  sing  the  mighty  power  of  God,    . 

I  thank  the  Lord  who  lives  on  high, 

Jesus,  and  didst  thou  condescend, 

Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord  and  Savior,     . 

Jesus,  guide  of  young  beginners,     . 

Jesus,  in  sickness  and  in  pain,   . 

Jesus,  Lord  of  life  and  glory, 

Jesus,  Savior,  pity  me, 

Jesus,  let  a  little  child, 

Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me, 

King  Solomon  of  old,    . 

Let  children  that  would  fear  the  Lord, 

Let  dogs  delight  to  bark  and  bite, 

Let  not  soft  slumbers  close  my  eyes, 

Let  the  beasts  their  breath  resign, 

Little  rain-drops  feed  the  rill,     . 

Little  travellers  Zion-ward,  . 

Lo,  at  noon  'tis  sudden  night,     . 

Long  let  the  breathing  music  float, 

Lord,  before  thy  throne  we  stand. 

Lord,  help  us  as  we  pray, 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see, 

Lord,  I  confess  before  thy  face, 

Lord,  I  have  passed  another  day, 

Lord,  I  would  come  to  thee, 

Lord,  I  would  own  thy  tender  care 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  I  rejoice, 

Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray, 


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Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray, 

Lord,  to  thy  mercy-seat  I  come, 

Lord,  what  is  life,  'tis  like  a  flower, 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne, 

Lord,  with  redeeming  mercy  blest, 

Maker  of  the  Sabbath-day, 

Mary  to  the  Savior's  tomb, 

May  I  a  little  pilgrim  be, 

Millions  of  children  live  and  die,    . 

My  Bible,  'tis  a  book  divine, 

My  child,  I  fain  would  have  thee  know 

My  father  and  my  friend,  to  tbee, 

My  God  !  how  endless  is  thy  love, 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue, 

My  God,  thy  service  well  demands,    . 

My  heavenly  Father,  all  I  see, 

My  sins  are  many, like  the  stars, 

My  son,  know  thou  the  Lord, 

My  soul,  leave  trifling  now, 

My  years  roll  on  and  still  I  glide, 

Night  wraps  the  land  where  Jesus  spoke 

Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees, 

Now  be  the  Gospel  banner, 

Now  condescend,  Almighty  King, 

Now  I  awake  and  see  the  light, 

Now  if  the  Lord  should  say  to  me, 

Now  night  is  gone,    . 

Now  that  my  journey's  just  begun, 

Now  we  hail  the  happy  dawning, 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God,     . 

Oft  as  the  bell  with  solemn  toll, 


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Oft  in  vain  the  voice  of  truth, 

Oft  may  the  voice  that  thou  hast  given, 

O  give  thanks  to  him  who  made,    . 

0  God,  hy  whom  the  seed  is  given,    . 

O  how  my  childhood  runs  to  waste, 

O  let  me  die,  for  death  is  gain, 

O  Lord,  another  day  is  flown, 

O  Lord  our  God,  how  wondrous  great, 

O  Lord,  through  thy  indulgent  care, 

O  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart,   . 

Once  more,  O  Lord,  we  bring, 

Once  was  heard  the  song  of  children, 

One  God  I  must  worship  supreme, 

One  there  is  above  all  others,     . 

On  the  stormy  ocean,    . 

Open,  Lord,  our  understanding, 

O  thou,  our  Savior,  meek  and  mild, 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways, 

Our  Father  and  our  sovereign  Lord, 

O  who  are  they  that  venture  near, 

Parent  of  good,  whose  plenteous  grace, 

Placed  on  the  verge  of  youth,  my  mind, 

Pleasing  spring  again  is  here, 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  fro  ward  heart, 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern, 

Ringdove,  resting  benignly  calm, 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean, 

See  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 

See  the  shining  dew-drops,    . 

See  the  soft  green  willows  springing, 


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Serene  I  laid  me  down, 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand, 

Soon  as  my  youthful  lips  can  speak, 

Soon  will  set  the  Sabbath  sun, 

Stars  that  on  your  wondrous  way, 

Sweet  it  is  to  see  a  child, 

Swift  as  the  winged  arrow  flies,     . 

Tell,  if  thou  canst,  how  yonder  flower, 

Tell  me,  Shepherd  from  above, 

The  bird  that  soars  on  highest  wing, 

The  curling  waves  with  awful  roar,    . 

The  dew-drop  on  the  green, 

The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all, 

The  morning  hours  of  cheerful  light, 

The  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  praises  of  my  tongue, 

The  Sabbath  of  the  Lord, 

The  sun  that  lights  the  world  shall  fade 

There  is  a  God  that  reigns  above, 

There  is  a  glorious  world  of  light, 

There  is  a  path  that  leads  to  God, 

There  is  beyond  the  sky, 

There  was  a  noble  ark, 

They  say  this  world's  a  vale  of  tears, 

This  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose, 

Though  I  am  now  in  younger  days, 

Thou  guardian  of  our  youthful  days, 

Thou  who  art  enthroned  above, 

Thoa  who  didst  with  love  and  blessing, 


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Through  thy  protecting  care, 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give,    . 

To  hear  the  Savior's  word, 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine,   . 

To  thee,  in  youth's  bright  morning,    . 

To  thee,  our  Father  and  our  Friend, 

Two  little  pilgrims  on  their  way, 

Up  in  the  morning,  up,  my  child, 

Wake  the  song  of  jubilee, 

We  come,  we  come,  with  loud  acclaim, 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 

What  are  those  soul-reviving  strains, 

What  blest  examples  do  I  find, 

What  is  there,  Lord,  a  child  can  do, 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away, 

When  first  the  dove,  afar  and  wide, 

When  little  Samuel  woke, 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing,    . 

When  to  the  house  of  God  we  go, 

When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

While  drinking  in  the  healthful  air, 

While  in  the  tender  years  of  youth, 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 

Who  formed  the  little  sparrow, 

Who  showed  the  little  ant  the  way,   . 

Why  should  I  say  'tis  yet  too  soon, 

With  humble  heart  and  tongue, 

Within  these  walls  be  peace, 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

Yes,  I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God, 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS,  OR  TITLES. 


Aid  entreated,  60. 

Ark  and  Dove,  200,  201. 

Atonement,  106. 

Autumn,  55. 

Bell  tolling,  152. 

Bible,  our  guide,  95-97,  107. 

a  book  for  me, '99. 
Birds,  example  of,  228. 
Birth-day  hymn,  139. 
Blessing  sought,  175,  192. 
Breathing  after  holiness,  71. 
Children  entering  heaven,  162. 

assembling  to  praise,  2. 

invited,  38,  48,  52,  204. 

souls  of,  163. 

addressing  the  Savior,  4. 
Child,  the  dying,  205. 
Child's  confession,  62,  65,  66, 
70,  93. 

prayer,  73, 172, 173, 174, 186. 

self-dedication,  64. 
Child-like  temper,  65,  68. 
Church-bell,  232. 
Christ,  birth  of,  21. 

children's  friend,  23. 

poor,  for  our  sakes,  26. 

inviting,  58. 

our  example,  67. 

our  High  Priest,  100. 

miracles  of,  105. 

his  love,  203. 
Commandments,  94. 
Compassion,  202. 
Contentment,  215. 
Crucifixion,  39. 
Cruelty,  221. 

Darkness  in  Palestine,  167. 
Day  of  life,  218. 


Death,  157,  158,  159,  205. 

of  the  young,  154,  155. 
Dew-drops,  210. 
Early  Piety,  43,  56,  57,  61,69 

examples  of,  98. 
Earthly  hopes  deceitful,  83. 
Eternity,  153. 
Evening  hymns,  137,  138,  186, 

187,  188,  190,  191. 
Family  hymn,  134,  189. 

worship,  135,  136,  137,  138. 
Fearing  no  evil,  53. 
Friend  above  all  others,  46. 
Give  me  thy  heart,  204. 
Glad  tidings,  51. 
God  all-seeing,  88. 

Creator  of  all,  16,  22. 

ever  present,  87,  90. 

glorious,  3,  5. 

is  ever  good,  12. 

our  Father,  179,  213. 

our  strength,  104. 

our  comforter,  53. 

praised  by  his  works,  18, 231. 
Good  resolutions,  226. 
Good  Shepherd,  63. 
Gospel  banner,  170. 

successful,  164,  166. 
Gratitude  for  instruction,  95. 
Guiding  star,  36. 
Happiness,  true,  102,  233. 
Health,  gratitude  for,  197. 
Heaven  and  hell,  31,  156. 
Heavenly  journey,  37. 

wisdom,  101. 
Humility,  214. 
Idleness,  223. 
Infant  praise,  178. 


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INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS,  OR  TITLES. 


Instruction  from  the  sky,  14. 
Invitation  to  Jesus,  49,  50. 
Jesus,  names  and  offices,  34. 

loves  a  little  child,  181. 

the  Guide,  29. 
Judgment,  160. 
Life  uncertain,  148,  149. 
Lily  of  the  valley,  220. 
Little  child,  225. 
Little  pilgrim,  84. 
Looking  to  Jesus,  30. 
Lord,  remember  me,  91. 
Lord's  prayer,  133. 
Mary  at  Jesus'  feet,  206. 

at  the  sepulchre,  110. 
Meeting  for  charity,  142. 
Mercy-seat,  76. 

Missionary,  168,  169,  170,  171. 
Morning  hymns,  15,  136,  138, 

172,  177,  180,  183,  185. 
Mountains  of  Palestine,  112. 
National  blessings,  145. 
Narrow  path,  54. 
New  heart,  89. 
Obedience,  141. 
Orphan's  hymn,  193. 
Palestine,  112,  167. 
Parent's  prayer,  140. 
Pearl,  227. 

Pilgrimage,  79,  207,  211. 
Praise  for  daily  mercies,  74, 194. 

for  creation  and  providence, 
7,20. 

for  redemption,  18,  24. 

for  the  Sabbath.  115. 

invitation  to,  8,  28. 

to  the  Giver  of  good,  33, 196. 

with  those  above,  10. 
Prayer,  60,  174,  199. 

for  a  fixed  heart,  103. 

for  mercy,  65,  75. 

preparation  for,  59,  176. 

to  Christ,  82,  91. 
Preparation  for  devotion,  116. 
Public  worship,  119. 
Pure  in  heart,  81. 


Quarrelling,  222. 
Rainbow,  229. 
Recovery  from  sickness,  148. 
Redemption,  praise  for.  24. 
Religion,  42,  45,  117. 
Remember  God,  40,  41. 
Resignation,  80. 
Sabbath,   113,  114,  115,   118, 
119, 120, 121, 122, 123, 125. 

morning,  113,  114,  124. 
Sabbath-sehool,  126,  129. 

anniversary,  130. 

a  mourning  class,  131. 

hymn  for  teachers,  132. 
Samuel,  108. 
Savior  died  for  me,  76. 
Seamen,  217. 
Seasons,  17. 
Seeking  God,  77,  201. 
Self-dedication,  64. 
Self-examination,  216 
Sickness,  recovery,  146,  182. 
Singing,  234. 
Snow-drop,  219. 
Solomon's  choice,  212. 
Song  of  angels,  25. 

of  the  temple,  11. 
Sparrow,  208. 
Spring,  143,  144. 
Storm,  13. 
Submission,  72. 
Suffer  little  children,  92. 
Surrender,  35. 
Teacher's  hymn,  132. 
Thanksgiving,  85. 
Time's  value,  147,  151. 
To-day,  109. 
Vanity,  224. 
Walk,  19,  198. 
Watch  and  pray,  161. 
What  is  man  ?  27. 
Young  child,  173. 

musician's  hymn,  235. 
Youth  and  age,  78. 
Youth  entreated,  44,  47. 
Youth's  trial*.  209. 


